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Haruka is a Whore	By : SluttyHaruka Category: Sailor Moon > Het - Male/Female Views: 11665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Haruka is a Whore
- 2-Cave
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“Sailor Uranus defeated the youma.”
The metro roared with praise for the blonde Sailor Soldier. The monsters dissipated into a cloud of particles. Pedestrians of all ages waiting for the next tram crowded around her.
“You are so amazing!” A bespectacled petite creature holding a camera beamed at her. She was a bright, chatty thing with enchanting little dimples.
“I have to to get your autograph. My sister will just freak.” She scrambled around in her purse. “Do you have a pen?”
“Can I have one, too?” Another asked.
“Would anyone else like one?” Uranus called above the crowd while asking around for a pen.
“I would like you to autograph something.” One of the older teenage girls present responded. The girls in her group giggled. They all bore fake tans and lewdly gestured at Uranus and the dimpled girl.
A man with a dark expression and an oversized hoodie bumped into Uranus from behind and bent down to pick up something. He stood up back with a blue pen.
“Is this what you were looking for?”
“Yes, thank you.” The chatty cathy smiled and accepted it. She gave it to Uranus who started signing fan cosplay outfits. “You and Michiru, omigod, you guys are the cutest couple ever.”
The man skulked away from them as Uranus blushed. He haphazardly pushed past the outer bands of the crowd and headed towards the men’s restroom. A dark strapping young lad was waiting for him, leaning against a stall. He smirked as he saw the hoodied man enter the room.
“You got it?” Clad in a wife beater and chains, he was exactly the kind of overt personality the man preferred not to deal with.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” The dealer snapped.
“And she doesn’t suspect a thing?”
“One of my girls is keeping her occupied right now.” Even from that room, the chirping of the delighted dimpled girl was audible.
“How much?” The young man stepped forward and reached into his back pocket.
“We already discussed this. 6000.”
“Yen? Hold on.” He opened his wallet.
“US dollars, asshole. You know these women are super powerful beings who kill guys for far less than this? I am not risking my life for no 6000 yen.”
“If it is so dangerous, why do it at all?” The lad placed his wallet back in his pocket and looked suspicious.
“What you want to do is ballsy and your choice of target makes me hard enough to cut steel. You do have the money, right?”
“You’re fucking cleaning me out here.” He reached into his front pocket and fished out a robust roll of green.
“Oh, so you did remember. Just wanted to waste my fucking time, huh?”
The door swung open as the dealer fished in his hoodie. A nondescript looking businessman said hello to the two of them and entered one of the stalls. The dealer started toward the young man and bumped into him. “You better hurry up or you’ll miss your chance,” he whispered to him before briskly leaving the room.
The young man looked over his shoulder at the stall the businessman had entered. Sporadic strained sounds filled the bathroom. The lad turned his attention back to the creaked open door. On the other side was the busty tomboy Sailor Uranus. He unbuckled his belt with a clangy pop and unzipped his pants. His cock easily popped out over the hemline of his underwear. The prick hardened into molten rock as he stroked it, imagining his prey. He pulled the door open some more and eyed Uranus’ curves, feeling his arousal deep in his gut.
“Sir, what are you doing? That is inappropriate.”
The businessman was washing his hands. The young man continued to stroke himself as he looked back at him.
“Unless you want to be my fluffer, mind your own fucking business.” He clenched down on the base of his cock and it fast swelled with blood. The businessman blushed and averted his gaze.
The lad grunted and reached into his front pocket for the item the dealer dropped there. He pulled out Uranus’ transformation wand. He cradled it in his left palm while he slowly continued to stroke himself. He switched to stroking with his left hand and bit his lip as the reality of the situation sunk in. He was using the symbol of Sailor Uranus’ power to pump his cock. His prick was mightier than a Sailor Soldier. The thoughts running through his head drove him to stroke furiously, smearing his pre cum all over the wand.
The businessman remained by the sink, awkwardly staring at the lad.
The young man whipped open the door and started towards Uranus, cock still in hand. He replaced the wand in his pocket and used his scum covered hand to shove people out of the way. Members of her slowly thinning crowd began taking notice and slowly backed away from her. Parents covered their children’s eyes and ushered them away from the scene, looking back in curious horror.
The decoy, who had still been talking to Uranus, broke off in mid sentence and retreated from her with that dimpled smile on her face. The Sailor Soldier looked about, confused. Various people in the crowd were yelling out to security and the Sailor herself. As she tried to identify the source, the lad approached her from behind and spoke her name.
She turned around and his throbbing cock slid between her thighs, his lips met hers and his hand came down hard on her rump. His thick member prodded her firm ass cheeks and his tongue forcefully probed her mouth. She was so dazed she could barely register his vice grip on her ass or his thrusting between her legs.
“He is assaulting a Sailor Soldier!” A shocked woman cried.
“Somebody call the cops!” Another woman said.
Uranus came to her senses and started trying to fight him off. He held her head in contact with his with his left hand and gave her another hard smack with the other. The pop that strike produced rung out over the roar of the crowd. He slipped his hand into her leotard and squeezed her firmness. One of his fingers nudged her ring and pushed inside, all while he used her thighs as a substitute cunt.
“Hello, police, there is a man attacking a Sailor Soldier.” The man next to the shocked woman said over the phone. The do gooder described the situation in minimal detail while much of the crowd roared in favor of the assault.
“Someone help her, dammit.” The shocked woman demanded.
“You help her.” The heckling bimbo chuckled.
“She just killed a youma. You think she can’t take this hentai?” One of her friends added.
“Dude, she probably wants it.” The bimbo countered.
“The cops are on their way.” The do gooder announced with a grin.
“What are you doing, Sailor Uranus? Just kill the bastard already.” Another man said.
“Maybe she really is a whore.” The dimpled girl giggled and slipped away from the crowd.
The lad pulled her transformation wand out of his pocket and teased her pucker with it. In one motion, the wand replaced his finger and she released a whine into his mouth. He slid the cum slick substitute into her, slow and steady. She shivered in his arms and gripped at his shirt. He pulled the wand out and re inserted it all at once.
She tried to fight him off with renewed vigor and accidentally bit her own tongue. He let go of her and she stumbled toward a billboard warning about the danger of predators in the metro.
A member of the crowd chose that moment to strike only to get backhanded into one of the metro’s support beams. Several members of the crowd laughed at the sight of his attempts to stagger to his feet.
The dazed Uranus leaned against the billboard for support and reached back to retrieve the slippery wand from her ass. The lad grabbed her from behind in a bear hug, binding her and pushing the wand deeper in. She whimpered and kicked at air. He grabbed the fabric of her leotard at the bases of her breasts and tore it open, exposing her soft engorged globes to the crowd.
“It’s really unfair that you keep these covered up all the time. You should show them off more.”
He cupped both of those fleshy handfuls and squeezed them from the base. Her hardening nipples gave her breasts the appearance of smushy horizontal mountain peaks. He tongued her ear as he pinched her nubs, coaxing a sharp cry from her.
“Have you ever been milked before? I bet you have. I bet you have had many guys kneading these succulent melons before. Don’t think I didn’t notice your asshole being loose. Such a dirty whore parading around in an erotic uniform.”
He began kissing the nape of her neck and she meekly pleaded with the members of the crowd for help. He tore off her skirt and pulled the wand out of her pucker. Her hole twitched expectantly.
The sound of sirens echoing throughout the structure drowned out her voice. Many members of the crowd headed toward the street above to meet the cops.
“Don’t move.” The young man said.
He reached into his left pocket and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. He uncapped it and poured copious amounts of it onto her exposed bum. He rubbed it over the leotard clinging to her form, drenching it from the small of her back to her mons. He rubbed it into every fold, every curve of skin, giving her rump a thick shine. He grabbed the sopping wet crotch of her leotard and hiked it up high, wedging it into her womanhood.
She let out a pained sigh and reached back to stop his hand. His free hand grabbed her wrist and forced her to stroke his member. He prodded her ass cheek with it. He lifted the base of her cheek and let it go, observing the slight jiggle of her wet firm flesh. Grabbing hold of her hips, he brought her to him in a resounding wet smack.
The remaining observers screamed for him to fuck her already.
He rubbed his cock from one end of her cunt lips to the other, spreading them open along the way. She whimpered again.
“Ah, this is going to be so fucking good.” He said.
He slid in slowly, gripping the neckline of her leotard for support. He bottomed out in her, his heavy breathing causing his hairy testicles to brush up against her clit. With her face pressed against the advisory billboard, she uttered some kind of angry moan.
“You like that?” He cupped his balls and teased her clit with the pubes. Her entire body violently shook and her opening pulled at him.
“Want more?”
She let out a high pitched whine. Tears streaked her cheeks and drool began overflowing from her lips.
The cops came down the steps and observed the scene of the assault and the voyeuristic crowd. There were three of them and they were all comically different in shape and appearance. The first looked like a coked out needle, the second like he had gone out of his way to live up to the pizza and donut glutton stereotype. The third was rooted like a tree, with muscles that rippled through the layers of clothing and officer equipment.
The outraged woman approached the first cop. “He is violating her in front of all these people and children.”
“It is unacceptable.” Her husband added.
“Alright, you two, come with me for questioning.” The officer said and turned towards the exit.
“Aren’t you going to do something?” The man who got bitch slapped by the lad spoke up.
“You, too, sir. Right this way.” The officer responded without looking back.
The second officer stepped towards the rest of the crowd. “Alright, that’s it. Nothing to see here, folks. Let the law enforcement do its job. I am sure you all have better things to do than stand here and gawk all day.”
The on lookers complied, although some looked back several times at the molester pumping inside his target. Even the envious bimbo sluts complied, despite their apparent jealousy of the Sailor Soldier. Before long they all cleared out of the area.
The third officer remained with Uranus and her attacker. The young man looked back at the officer expectantly.
“Keep going. Don’t mind me.” He said while removing his radio and gun belt.
Uranus whimpered and her shoulders slouched. The dude jammed two of his fingers into her oiled ass and thrust into her cunt hard. She yelped and he continued plowing her into the wall.
The officer unbuckled his pants spread them open. His throbbing member was clear through the white fabric and he languidly stroked himself while watching Uranus get anally fingerbanged in her shiny firm ass. He retrieved his phone and opened its camera as the young man bent her over and pounded her deep. Her despairing squeals slowly morphed into impassioned moans. The lad grabbed her by the neck and pulled her to him to savagely piston her cunt. She mewled and her face was a mess of tears, drool and sweat.
The officer caught every position on his phone, image after image of the blonde Sailor Soldier getting roughly used like an onahole. For all of the proud woman’s resistance, her hips were bucking back to meet the lad’s cock and to grind against his fingers. Only the vaguest hint of reluctance remained. He gripped her throat tight and slammed into her as hard as he could, her shiny ass hypnotically jiggling with each collision.
“Oh fuck,” He groaned. “Get on your knees.”
Before she could comply, he whipped her around pushed her down to her knees. He eagerly stroked himself in her face.
“Press your tits together. I love seeing them smushed together like that.”
Uranus blushed. She grabbed the sides of her breasts and pushed them towards and bounced them off of each other. Her meat bags swung freely and sent him over the edge. He leaned closer and blew several ropes across her sweaty chest. His cum dribbled down her cleavage and her abs.
“You take dick well. You should think about making a career of it instead of this superhero guardian nonsense.”
The observing officer grunted.
The young man rubbed the remaining cum in his cock on a part of her tit flesh that he hadn’t covered in his orgasm. He cock slapped her nipple for good measure and put his member back into his pants. She spread the cum all over her exposed skin.
“Give me a call next time you feel like getting used.” He turned away from Uranus and walked toward the exit.
“Morning, Officer,” he said as he passed by.
“Wait, aren’t you forgetting something?” The officer’s voice was direct and abrasive.
The young man stopped. He looked disappointed.
“Give it here. You no longer have any use for it.”
The young man fished the scum covered wand out of his pocket and clasped the officer’s hand.
“I don’t want to give her any more reasons to come after me, anyway.” He continued on his way.
Uranus continued to play with his cum. She spread her gloved fingers and watched it thin down to strands and dribble down. She stuck a couple fingers in her mouth and tasted the cum with a bemused expression.
A cluck from the officer drew her attention. He had his nightstick in hand and let his cock hang free before her.
“I know you are enjoying being put in your proper place, but when you good and goddamn ready, would you come with me please?”
Her cheeks flushed with color and she stood on shaky legs. He took a brisk pace and she struggled to keep up. He led her to a darkened maintenance area within the metro, off the tram track. As they walked, he armed himself with his nightstick and ran it along the wall of the tunnel. He had her follow him through an unmarked door to a dusty gray room inhabited by nothing save for walls and a metal table. The officer tapped the nape of his neck with his nightstick.
“Get on the table.”
She stared at the hard, flat thing. He side-eyed her, striking himself with a fleshy crack. Uranus sighed and crawled up onto the rigid surface. Her hands and knees broke layers of caked on dust, leaving grayish residue on her skin.
“Ass up, face down. I want a good look at what I am sampling”
She bent forward, resting her head on her right cheek and grimacing at the sensation of her face and breasts pressing against the filthy metal. He leaped up behind her, causing the table to shift from the sudden addition of his bodyweight. He grabbed her bottom in both of his hands gave it a firm squeeze.
Uranus grunted. The officer stepped forward and his foot came to rest on her side ways turned face. As his body weight set in on her, her body began wriggling around to get loose. One of his wide fingers plunged into her cunt.
“Sit still with your ass in presentable form until I am done. That is all you have to do. Be a good girl and don’t force my hand.” He pressed down on her face a little more.
She gave up her struggle, but her body continued to shake lightly. He removed his finger from her opening and cradled her shining bum to stillness. The baby oil the young man had applied still made her ass an erotica delight. The officer stuck his trigger fingers into her quivering pucker and spread it wide open. He mercilessly stretched it from every angle, revealing her inner flesh and experience. She groaned but resisted the urge to struggle free.
“Much better.” He cooed.
He spat into her gape. The wad slid down her colon into the depths below. She shivered and he could see cuntflesh twitch.
He chuckled. “You came from that? You must really enjoy being under heel.”
He straightened and the pressure of his foot on her face briefly dulled.
“I can give you exactly what you want, baby girl.”
He stroked himself to hardness and aimed his cock at her hole. He teased the rim of her anus with his tip. Droplets of his sweat slid down his cock and beaded on her oiled ass. Growls of pleasure emanated from his diaphragm as he teased his toy. She remained docile.
He stabbed into her, his hips meeting her behind with a reverberating smack. He grunted as he came down a second time. Even with all stretching her butt plugs and previous fucks had done to her hole, his size was a tight fit. Roughly grabbing hold of her hips, he quickly driller her pucker. His pendulous balls repeatedly popped her bitch lips. He thrust down with such force that she could feel his entire body weight in her tits and neck. She tried to scream at the sensation, but his boot kept her facial features pinned to a fixed expression. With what awareness she had, she mused that she probably looked like a brutalized fish.
Pop. His strike to her bum with his nightstick made her spasm on his cock.
He struck her thigh, creating another fleshy crack. Then her pinned breasts. Then her ass again.
Cock. Boot. Nightstick.
Boot. Nightstick. Cock.
Her anal muscles clenched down on him as her body violently quaked. He slid out of her inch by inch, rubbing the rim of her hole with his thumb as he did it. The pressure on her face left completely and he was rooted to the ground again. He roughly jerked himself and beckoned her to him.
“Get on your knees.”
She couldn’t feel her face and her attempts to move caused her to tumble off the table, landing with a wet clap. There was a nudge from his boot. Uranus slowly hoisted herself up with the table legs, taking shallow breaths. He stepped forward and his member came down on her forehead.
“Don’t expect me to accommodate your lazy ass like this again.” He slapped her face with his cock again, oozing pre cum over her lidded eyes. He grunted at the sight of her.
“Open your mouth.”
Her jaw drooped open and he rubbed out a thick glob onto her scum covered tongue. A few more strokes had ropes flying across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, pooling around her eyelids.
He grabbed her by her matted hair and forced his cock to the to the hilt in her throat. Uranus eyes widened and she gurgled around the sudden intrusion. She pushed against his solid legs.
“Clean it.”
Her face fast turned violet.
“If you vomit, you will clean that, too.”
She gurgled and tried to work his cock with her tongue as he throttled her throat. The noises that escaped her lips through the layers of saliva and drool was a sort of strained mewling. He pinched her nostrils down and her vision quickly grew dark around the edges. Her hands fell to her sides as she started going limp.
As quickly as he had entered, he vacated her oral cavity. He inspected his cock, from the tip to base.
“I guess this will have to do.”
He placed his member back into underwear and zipped himself up. He noisily slid his nightstick back into his holster and procured his wallet. Of the contents, he removed twenty dollars.
“Here is your cut, slut.” He tossed it at her debauched face. “If you want more, you will have to work harder for it.”
The officer ruffled her hair as she looked on, dazed. He took her transformation wand out of his breast pocket and used it to spread the cum around on her cheeks. She looked up at him with reddened, teary eyes, her breathing labored. The dirt, grime and whatever the hell else he stepped in was caked into the large imprint on the left side of her face.
“You will be a good girl, right?”

She could only cough lightly in response. He raised an eyebrow and then walked out the door. The Sailor Soldier was left alone in an unfamiliar place with her clothing hanging in tatters off her sweaty cum and oil drenched body.
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