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Warning - While there is no explicit sex in this story it does feature
non-consensual acts of bondage. If this sort of thing disturbs
you then you should go read something else
Note - This story is set during Sailor Moon S and I use the original versions
of the names, ie Sailor Senshi instead of Sailor Scouts. For purposes
of this fanfic all you have to remember is
Makoto = Lita/Sailor Jupiter's civilian identity
Haruka = Amara/Sailor Uranus's civilian identity
Michiru = Michelle/Sailor Neptune's civilian name
Mentioned in passing Mamoru = Darien
Chibi-Usa = Rini
Diamon = Heart Attacker Usagi = Serena
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Downtime : a Sailor Senshi fanfic
by Grimbor
While it cooled down considerably after the sun set as it had been so
warm all day Makoto hadn't bothered to close the door to the balcony before
leaving for an evening with her friends. Her apartment was still baking hot
and needed all the air it could get so she had no reason to latch it. She
hadn't given security a second thought. Why should she? She lived on the
twentieth floor. No one was going to be coming that way.
Which meant that the woman who silently dropped from the rooftop, seized
the railing as she passed and swung herself onto the balcony had a pleasant
surprise. She had expected to have to pick the door's lock.
Holding the crouch she had landed in she listened for sounds of alarm.
She heard only the usual ambient city noise. No sound from the apartment, no
neighbours shouting about a suicide plunging to their death. So far, so
good. Excellent! Despite the error in choosing her attire she remained
undetected.
She chided herself once again for her miscalculation. While the
skintight outfit that covered her from neck to toe was black it wasn't the
dull black that would have provided the best camouflage. She had belatedly
realized just how much light reflected off her PVC catsuit and while she
enjoyed the effect under other circumstances it made for poor cover. If
anyone had caught the glint and turned to see her she would have had some
explaining to do. Actually as she didn't care to explain her purpose, why she
was going places she wasn't allowed or why she was wearing this black hood and
goggles to conceal her features she'd have had to run and abandon her mission.
Careless of her but when the specialty clothing had been delivered this
afternoon she had felt like a kid in a candy store. She unhooked the bag
slung over her back and left it behind as she crept forward.
Stepping through the doorway she straightened up and silently skulked
through the apartment until she had confirmed it was indeed empty. With that
task done she studied the apartment's interior and shook her head. You would
never guess a teenage girl lived here alone. Everything was in its place,
there were no signs of disorder and every surface was sparkling clean. The
kitchen could have passed for brand new; no residues, everything in neatly
labeled drawers or cupboards and all the utensils arranged and gleaming. She
stepped into the bedroom and opened the closets and the dresser drawers.
Everything was sensible from shoes to clothes to lingerie. She shook her head
again. It was as if Makoto was training herself to be the perfect housewife.
It was all so ... so domestic.
At that thought she smiled behind her hood. After all it wasn't much of
a leap from domestic to domesticated was it? With that thought in mind she
made her preparations.
Snatching her bag from the balcony she began to unpack it. This didn't
take long. While the dark green canvas bag she had carried slung over her
back was big enough to hold a tent it already sagged almost empty. For good
reason, it was almost empty. Reaching in the woman in black withdrew two
rolls of duct tape, a pair of cellophane envelopes holding cotton pads, a
small package marked industrial earplugs, a roll of three inch wide bandage,
a large foam rubber ball, an absorbent cloth and a squat glass bottle marked
with warning signs. Lastly she removed a paperback book, a Japanese
translation of Victor Hugo's "Les Miserables". Pushing her goggles up to her
forehead she found a comfy chair, shoved her supplies under it then settled
down to read and wait.
It was two hours later that she heard the footsteps echoing down the
hallway. Calmly she flicked off the reading light, slid the book under the
chair and retrieved a roll of duct tape, the cloth and the bottle. She
stepped up to the wall adjoining the hallway next to the door hinge. When
the door opened she would be hidden and so long as Makoto didn't fling it open
violently she should remain undetected. From the sound Makoto wasn't stomping
so she probably wasn't in a foul mood. Also from the sound she was alone
which was more important. A companion would complicate things. Unscrewing
the bottle cap she carefully let a measure soak into the cloth the way she had
rehearsed. That done she resealed the bottle. The less odour filled the air
the better.
Either Makoto didn't noticed the smell or she assumed it was just another
pollutant in Tokyo's air wafting through her open balcony door. Yawning, she
kicked off her shoes and placed them in the rack by the door. Barefoot and
wearing jeans and a light green sweatshirt she stepped into the apartment
flicking the door shut behind her. She heard the click as the latch caught.
She didn't hear the woman who glided up behind her as silent as a shadow.
The first Makoto knew something was wrong was when the shiny black arm
wrapped around her midriff pinning her arms to her side. Her startled
exclamation was muffled almost before it started by the sweet smelling cloth
in the intruder's other hand that was slapped over her mouth and nose. Makoto
instinctively tried to yell and couldn't. The pressure from the intruder's
fingers on her jaw was like a vice holding her mouth clamped shut. She tried
to kick behind her and pull free from the intruder's grasp but it was too
late. The intruder's arm was as immovable as a tree trunk and her legs were
wrapped by something. Staring downwards she saw her legs were pinned together
by the intruder's. She was caught in a shiny black scissors hold and despite
straining with all her might she couldn't move!
She didn't give up. Judging where the intruder's head was behind her she
twisted backward for a head-butt. She hit only air. Worse the hand on her
face wouldn't let her unwind from the failed strike and held her in place
leaving her trapped in her backward bent posture. She could see the
intruder's face now but with the black hood and mirrored goggles there was
nothing to recognise. No clue who was attacking her.
Chest heaving with exertion she struggled with all her might to no avail
drawing more and more of the fumes from the cloth into her lungs. On the
verge of panic she was about to summon her wand to transform to Sailor Jupiter
and damn the consequences when the world began getting fuzzy. Her ineffectual
struggles lessened as lethargy filled her. The world faded to black as she
tried to remember what she had been so worried about.
The intruder felt Makoto slump into unconsciousness. She held the cloth
in place for several more seconds until she felt the tension leave Makoto's
muscles before cautiously releasing her grip on Makoto's jaw.
Makoto didn't yell for help. She couldn't, she wasn't faking. Her head
slumped forward in drugged sleep and again the intruder smiled behind her
hood. It was all going like clockwork. Step 2 completed, time for step 3.
Sitting Makoto on the floor the intruder grabbed the hem of her
sweatshirt and began pulling it up, guiding her arms through the sleeves.
Tossing it aside she took a moment to study the shirtless girl. As expected
after studying her lingerie drawer Makoto's bra was an unexciting virginal
white. It was however also entirely lacking in padding. Her impressive bust
was as authentic as her captor had hoped.
Leaning her forward the intruder pulled her arms behind her back and
crossed her wrists then secured them together with a long strip of duct tape.
She was unlikely to awaken anytime soon but the intruder wasn't one to take
unnecessary chances.
Effortlessly dragging Makoto across the room the intruder propped her
back against the couch then undid the buttons and zip on her jeans. The girl
barely stirred as the jeans were worked down her legs and removed. Nor did
she stir as her bare ankles were crossed and lashed together with more duct
tape.
With the immediate worry about Makoto regaining consciousness and causing
trouble attended to the intruder got to work in earnest. Laying Makoto on her
back she retrieved her other supplies and worked swiftly but methodically.
She opened Makoto's mouth and pushed the squashy foam rubber ball in. As she
had hoped while too big to swallow and choke on it wasn't too big to fit
though Makoto's cheeks bulged a bit. She closed the girl's mouth and sealed
her lips shut with a small strip of tape. Opening the envelopes she placed
two of the cotton pads over Makoto's closed eyelids and eyebrows then fixed
them in place with a strip of duct tape taking care not to catch any of her
hair in the tape. She unclipped Makoto's rose earrings and placed them on a
sidetable. Then one at a time she gently slid the industrial earplugs into
Makoto's ears where they swelled to fit. Now for the finishing touch.
Taking the wide bandage she began wrapping it around Makoto's head until
she had used up the roll. From the neck up Makoto now looked like a mummy
with only her nostrils exposed on her face and the only other opening on the
top of her head where her ponytail emerged. The intruder nodded with
satisfaction. There was no way Makoto could dislodge her gag, blindfold or
the earplugs. She would awaken deaf, dumb, blind and secured feeling utterly,
utterly helpless. She took a moment to savour the sight of the head wrapped
girl bound hand and foot and clad only in her underwear then returned to work.
Lifting Makoto's knees she pushed her bound ankles back until they met
her buttocks and her calves were pressed firmly against her thighs. She wound
duct tape around both limbs to ensure they wouldn't unbend then taped her bent
legs to one another. That was the easy part, now it got a little harder.
Using one hand to hold Makoto's legs in place she leaned over and slid her
other hand under Makoto's back. Then lifted upward pushing the girl into a
sitting up position until her breasts rested against her knees. With a little
effort and a note to herself that this would be easier with two people doing
the binding she managed to run the tape from Makoto's back to her calves
several times taping the girl into as compact a bundle as she could manage.
Makoto began teetering the instant she let go so she eased the girl onto her
side then went to fetch her bag.
Opening it wide and checking it was indeed empty she picked up the girl
and placed her on the zippered opening. Grasping either side of Makoto
she raised the zip's sides up so Makoto was now inside the bag. Checking
Makoto was still unconscious but breathing normally she zipped it closed.
That done she gathered her supplies and placed them in a small side-pocket
of the bag then picked up the bag as though it was no heavier than a pillow.
Slinging it across her back and seemingly unencumbered by the weight she
started towards the balcony.
Halfway there she stopped and turned back towards the main door scooping
up the keys Makoto had dropped. She leaned against the door and listened
until she was sure the hallway was empty. Stepping through and taking care
not to catch her backpack on the doorjamb she locked the door behind her and
hurried to the stairwell. She started upwards chiding herself for almost
taking the more noticeable course of scaling the outside of the building.
The external route was only faster coming down.
Opening the door to the roof with Makoto's tenant key she stepped out and
took a moment to appreciate the brilliance of the city lights spread all
around her. Then she broke into a run and made an impossible leap from the
roof's edge to the neighbouring apartment block and continued zipping across
the night sky with bounds from one building to the next that should have been
impossible outside of the Matrix.
Makoto returned to consciousness gradually. A dream of rattling around
inside a blender shifted into another of sinking into quicksand unable to
move and shifting deeper and deeper until everything went black. The dream
faded and fuzzily Makoto realised she was awake. Her bedroom was pitch black
with none of the citylight that normally seeped despite the thickness of the
curtains. There had to be thick fog or a storm brewing outside but she didn't
hear any wind. In fact she didn't hear anything beyond her pulse beat which
sounded unnaturally loud. Why was everything so silent? For that matter why
did she ache after a good night's sleep and why was she sleeping sprawled on
her back? The first order of business was a look out the window. She reached
for the bedside light. At least she tried to but her arm stayed put. She
tugged harder and felt the firm grip on her wrist that held her arm securely
outstretched. The fuzziness faded as andrenalin burned it away. Makoto tried
to open her eyes and sit up. She failed.
Panicking she pulled with all her might trying to thrash her limbs free
from whatever held her. She tried to yell but her mouth wouldn't open and
something her tongue in place. The pulse beat echoing in her ears grew louder
and more rapid as she exerted herself. How long she did this for she didn't
know but she felt herself burning up from the strain of exertion. Overheating
she tried to gasp for more air but her mouth was sealed. Chest heaving
frantically and puffing and blowing from her nose she stopped struggling
Lying back and trembling with tension she forced herself to think.
The memory of the attack had returned. A cloth jammed over her face then
blackness. Then she was here, unable to move in this dark, silent place.
That thought brought back the panic and again she tried to tear free without
success. This bout didn't last as long as the first. She was still short of
breath. Ceasing her struggles her mind raced as she tried to make sense of it
all. She couldn't see or hear anything but she could still feel so what could
that tell her?
First of all that she was lying on her back with her limbs spread.
Something gripped her at the wrists and ankles holding her in place and
whatever it was wasn't budging. No, not quite. There had been just a little
movement side to side so there was a tiny bit of give. But not enough to let
her twist her wrists around and touch the surface she lay on. Whatever she
was on top of was soft and springy. A matress? It felt like that and she
could feel quite a bit as it was mainly her bare skin resting on it. From the
feel of it most of her clothing was gone, in point of fact likely all she had
on was her underwear. That was alarming but not as bad as waking up
completely stripped would have been.
Her face felt warm and she could feel the sweat but it wasn't trickling
down her face. Instead the wetness seemed to spread out. There was something
pressing against the skin all around her head. A helmet? No, it felt more
flexible, like cloth except for the tightness over her mouth and from her
forehead to the bridge of her nose. One of those face covering ski masks?
It felt too tight for that. With her hands immoblized she couldn't explore
it and barring seeing a reflection she had no way to identify what she was
wearing. No chance of seeing a reflection, she couldn't say anything but she
had just realized that it wasn't because the room was dark. Now she was
concentrating she was aware her eyes were closed and there was something
pressing against the lids. A blindfold! So the darkness was artificial. For
all she knew she could be in a brightly lit room. In fact ... yes! She could
feel the pressure in her ears. Something was plugging them. That was why
her pulse and the sound of her own breathing were so loud. She was sealed
in with only herself to listen to with no way of telling anything about her
surroundings except the comfortable air temperature on her bare skin. For all
she knew she could be surrounded by a crowd enjoying her helplessness. She
cringed at the thought.
The sole spectator saw Makoto shiver and felt the thrill of anticipation.
The fury had passed and she was surrendering to the fear of the unknown.
Drinking in the sight she studied the girl spreadeagled on the bed and
resisted the urge to run her hands over her. Jumping the gun would spoil her
own timetable and after coming this far it would be a shame not to see it
through to the conclusion. Instead she checked the ties that secured the
leather cuffs to the posts of the double bed and confirmed they were still
firm. The bed had really been jumping during Makoto's frenzied struggle and
for a moment she had really thought Makoto was going to snap either the ties
or the posts themselves. The girl was a real amazon! Fortunately when all
was said and done Makoto was only human but it was still a good thing she had
bought sturdy furniture.
The woman in black shook her head. If she stayed here she would do
something that she would enjoy now but regret later. Best to leave until it
was time. Feeling like a child anticipating Christmas the now unmasked woman
left the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Walking into the study she
turned on the CD player and inserted one of her favourite symphonic
recordings hoping the music would take her mind off Makoto. But it didn't,
she kept wondering what Makoto must be thinking and feeling right now.
She would have been surprised to learn Makoto's thoughts were not
centering on her helplessness. She was keeping the fear at bay by trying to
work out what had happened to her. Someone had captured her but why? It
had only been a few days since that diamon zapped her and revealed to both the
mysterious enemy and all the other Sailors that whatever a talisman was she
didn't have one. She wasn't going to forget that day and the ride in Haruka's
car. The attack had spoiled a great day, good thing Haruka and Michiru hadn't
suffered more than scapes and bruises and didn't hold it against her. Makoto
shook her head (which was about all she could move), she was sidetracking
herself. The point was after she turned out to be a dud the enemy should have
lost all interest in her, same as they did Rei and Ami. Why would they have
come after her again?
Despite the sweat she had worked up Makoto suddenly felt very cold. What
if the enemy had discovered she was Sailor Jupiter? What if she had been
kidnapped as bait for the others or worse, to be turned evil and sent to kill
her friends? Both Mamoru and Chibi-Usa had succumbed when they were captured
and there was no reason to think she was stronger than them. She almost gave
in to another frenzy of futile struggling but she managed to keep a grip on
herself. Kaolinite didn't wear black or bother disguising herself so it
wasn't her. Could it have been a diamon that grabbed her? Again unlikely,
while female they always looked so bizarre. While she hadn't caught more than
a glimpse her attacker she had looked sleek and dangerous rather than in any
way silly. She had been dressed like one of the Cat's Eye girls or the
Catwoman in that Batman film. Except she hadn't been fictional. But who was
she and why had she abducted her?
Maybe it was nothing to do with their new enemy, maybe she'd been grabbed
by a gang of pervert bad girls like in those manga she kept hidden under the
bed. Things like didn't happen, did they? Makoto shivered as she realized
she'd be a lot more sure such things were confined to fiction if it hadn't
been for all the bizarre things that she'd seen. Not to mention discovering
that she was an authentic magical girl.
Which brought her back to her problem. While her wrists were immobilised
her fingers were free so there would be no problem summoning the wand and
transforming. Except that might be exactly what whoever had grabbed her was
waiting for. She could be surrounded by armed guards with orders to shoot if
she transformed. Or it could be less extreme, they could be recording this
so they could control her with the threat of exposure later. Or maybe she had
been right the first time and Kaolinite's minions or masters had grabbed her
and they were holding off on the brainwashing until she showed them they had
the right girl. What was she supposed to do?
It wasn't a hard decision to make. In the end there was no real choice.
She was Sailor Jupiter and even if it meant her end she wouldn't go out
quietly. She concentrated a moment and felt the weight of the wand in her
hand. Grasping it tight she willed the transformation.
Nothing happened.
Makoto would have been dumbstruck if she wasn't already gagged. Her
transformation had never failed before! Her mind raced. Could the wand be
damaged? Like those times Usagi couldn't change. No, it felt intact and she
could sense the power but it was just beyond her reach. She tried again,
visualized the words and willed the change with all her might and failed.
Why? What was she doing wrong? The only thing she wasn't doing was ...
The realization filled her with horror. Sure she had always said the
words aloud but that just an added touch to sound cool.
Wasn't it?
The first time she had held the wand she had suddenly known the words and
spoken them, then the change began. It couldn't be! Did she really have to
be able to speak them. Frantically she tried to articulate "Jupiter Planet
Power, Make Up!" only to hear the faint muffled grunts that were the only
sound she could make. Nothing happened and she felt the unused wand fade away
until it was needed.
Her composure cracked and Makoto went berserk unaware she was raising
enough racket to be heard over the music in the next room. But the bonds and
bedframe held and she accomplished nothing beyond hurting herself.
Overexertion quietened her and she slumped back in defeat and despair. Tears
leaked from her eyelids to soak the cotten taped against them but Makoto
didn't notice the spreading wetness as the muffled weeping shook her.
Haruka Ten'ou was in a foul mood as she parked her car in the
underground parking lot. Still that was nothing new, she spent most of her
days doing a slow burn from all the frustrations she faced. This evening
had been one of the worst. Hours spent with those chauvanistic. mysogynistic
bastards of the Racing Association trying to browbeat her out of the club.
For all their public statements how much they welcomed her they were offended
by both her youth and her gender. Good thing they didn't know her sexual
preferences or they'd have booted her out regardless of the threat of a
lawsuit. She grimaced at the memory, they'd actually called in some buddies
in the traffic bureau to invalidate her overseas license. When the legal
challenge failed they'd spent most of the meeting trying to bluff that they'
could and would have it invalidated unless she publicly announced her
retirementfrom the pro circuit to "concentrate on her studies". Haruka
stalked to the elevator trying to resist the urge to grind her teeth. She
had to look calm before she reached their apartment. It wasn't fair to dump
her problems on Michiru. She had enough worries of her own.
Haruka sighed as she entered the empty elevator and punched in her
floor. Racing had once been her way to unwind but now it was just another
source of frustration. Something she certainly didn't lack. Sometimes she
wondered if it really would have made a difference if she hadn't become
Sailor Uranus. Obviously she had to change that first time to save Michiru
but she could have tossed the wand afterwards. The truth was that while she
was prepared to sacrifice her life to fight the Deathbusters she was beginning
to suspect that she wouldn't be doing it in the way she had expected.
It had seemed like such a good plan, use Michiru's psychic gifts to
locate Kaolinite's targets then take the talismans before she could. It
still sounded good in theory but they had both begin to suspect the
Deathbusters were just randomly zapping everyone with a pure heart in Tokyo
in hopes of stumbling across the talisman. Taking a cynical assessment and
saying only one tenth of one percent of Tokyo's millions had pure hearts
how many thousands of potential hosts did that leave? Since Kaolinite
didn't attack more than one target daily what were the odds of stumbling
across the right ones? She'd been having nighmares lately about still
running around after Kaolinite when she was a wrinkled old woman.
"WORLD .. cough, cough ... SHAKING, you young whippersnapper!"
She shook off the image and sighed. Gallows humour was all she had
left.
Of course if Kaolinite did find the right three people then it would get
much, much worse. It was bad enough now have to stand by and do nothing while
the innocent suffered at the diamon's hands. If the day came that Kaolinite
got lucky then they would have to take the talismans and condemn three
innocent, pure hearted people to death. She would do it, she had sworn to
Michiru that she wouldn't fail when the moment of truth came and she could
never betray Michiru's trust. But she knew she would never forgive herself
any more than anyone besides Michiru would. While she condemned Sailor
Moon and her group as amateurs she secretly envied them. They really
believed they could save everyone without sacrificing anyone except
themselves. They didn't have to face the awful burden of the Outer Senshi's
destiny. Naive but happy, why couldn't she live like that?
If it wasn't for flirting and, most importantly, Michiru she'd have
cracked from the pressure by now. Yet while thet should be enough it wasn't.
The tension kept building and sooner or later she was going to either explode
or make a mistake at the worst possible time. Maybe she was greedy to want
more than Michiru but she couldn't help how she felt. She needed something,
even if she wasn't sure exactly what to truly unwind. To get the downtime
she needed before resuming the fray. The ping of the elevator doors opening
snapped her out of her introspection. Time to put on a happy face before she
walked in on Michiru.
Haruka unlocked their penthouse apartment's door and opened it, filling
the hallway with classical music. She actually recognised this tune but only
because it was one of Michiru's favourites. Hopefully Michiru wouldn't quiz
her on it. Haruka had nothing against the western classics but she was
well aware she didn't appreciate them the way her partner did. Not unless
Michiru was the one playing them. Even then what she appreciated was the
way Michiru poured her heart and soul into the music more than the music
itself. That was what was truly beautiful, the way Michiru threw herself
into it wholeheartedly. Any way you looked at it Michiru wasn't one for
half measures.
The door clicked shut behind her and the music's volume dropped.
Before Haruka could redunantly say, "I'm home" Michiru called, "How did it
go tonight?"
Trying to sound unconcerned Haruka replied, "They agreed I don't have to
resign."
"Ah. Another rough evening then?"
Before Haruka could falsely deny it Michiru called, "Never mind, I've
got something that'll really cheer you up. Join me in the study."
"Be right there."
Wondering what Michiru was up to and foreseeing several pleasant
possibilities Haruka ditched her shoes and strode to join her partner.
She entered to see the back of the big, black leather swivel chair.
Michiru had turned it to face the CD player. Haruka paused a moment wondering
if she should spin it around or siddle round and plop into Michiru's lap.
Michiru took the decision out of her hands by spinning the chair around in
a blur. Haruka's jaw dropped.
Michiru was clad neck to toe in skintight black. Light reflecting off
the shiny surface highlighted the curves Haruka would have said she knew by
heart. Michiru looked sleek, sexy and even a bit dangerous. Most of all she
looked very, very desirable. She slid out of the chair and stretched
sinuously then purred, "So what do you think of my new look?"
"I like. It's ...", Haruka hunted for the right word, "Intense!"
"Intense ... yes, you're right. We're going to get very intense."
Haruka started forward but an alarm bell went off in her subconscious.
Michiru's birthday had been over two months ago and it hadn't been a year
sicne they met yet but she had the sudden terrible feeling she had forgotten
something."
"Uhm ... mpph!"
Her worries were smothered with by a kiss.
"No dear, you haven't forgotten an important date. I've just been
thinking you needed a little pick me up so I wanted to make this a night to
remember."
"You know me so well." Haruka wrapped her arms around Michiru and was
surprised when she gently but inexoribly pulled free.
"Not quite yet. I promised you a surprise, remember?"
Haruka frowned in puzzlement. "I thought ..."
Michiru smiled and shook her head. "This is just the icing on the cake.
I've got you some new clothes too but that's for another time. Are you
ready to be surprised?"
Haruka nodded.
"Then close your eyes and take my hand."
Haruka obeyed and felt Michiru lead her towards their bedroom. Michiru's
grip felt so much firmer. She had seemed so vibrant. It had to be the
costume's influence. Haruka's smile widened.
"I think I can guess what it is."
"Really?"
Michiru sounded amused. Haruka heard the door slide open.
"You can open your eyes now."
Haruka did. To say she was surprised was an understatement.
Tautly spreadeagled on the bed was a girl wearing only a white bra and
panties. Leather cuffs on her wrist and ankles were attached to tethers that
ran to, then wrapped around the bedposts before proceeding down to the bed's
legs for added firmness. Her head was swathed in bandages making her
impossible to identify immediately. Haruaka's mind started working again and
she took in the brown ponytail with the telltale barrette.
"MAKOTO!"
Michiru nodded, "Bound, blind, dumb and deaf she has no idea who abducted
her, what they want with her or where she is. She's quiet now but you should
heard the racket she was kicking up earlier. She's all yours to do with as
you please."
"You shouldn't have!"
"Not at all. It was easier that I thought and I really wanted to
surprise you."
"No, I mean you really shouldn't have!" Haruka sounded appalled. "What
in all the gods names were you thinking. What's got into you?"
As soon as she said it a horrific thought struck Haruka. The wand
materialised in her grasp and was gone an instant later. Michiru tossed it to
the far corner of the room still looking amused. Haruka's muscles tensed and
Michiru said sweetly, "Make a dive for it and you'll be hogtied beside her
before you get halfway there."
Seeing Haruka's growing shock ahe added in a more serious tone, "Don't
worry I'm not possessed. If I was would you still be in one piece? I'm doing
this for us of my own free will."
Haruka tried to collect her scattered wits.
"Your speed and strength ... you're transformed!"
Michiru nodded, "Sailor Neptune at your service."
"But the costume ..."
"I know, they aren't designed to be put on or removed except by
transformation." She snorted, "Like it would have spoiled the Senshi image to
have a zip line. Whoever designed those things ... well never mind. The
point is it takes some doing but you can stretch the neck enough to slide out
and the fabric snaps back to normal afterwards. Glad the shoes were easier
to ditch." She pointed to the neatly folded blue and white bundle on top of
the dresser and then Michiru chuckled and tapped her chest. "After struggling
out of my uniform getting into this thing was a snap. They're hidden but it
does have zips and I'll show you how to peel it later. Right now I suspect
you have a few more questions."
"That's an understatement." Haruka realised her gaze was slipping
towards Makoto. She turned back to confront Michiru.
"I only have one real question. Why? Why Makoto? Why do this and say
it's for me? Why like this?"
Michiru's amusement vanished. Quietly she said, "Why Makoto? Because
you wanted her. I saw that the day you took her for a drive."
Haruka felt an icicle stab her in the heart. "I never ... I didn't ...
we didn't ... I flirt with all the girls, you know that!"
"It's okay Haruka, this isn't about blame. I know nothing happened
between you two and that you wouldn't do anything you thought would betray
me."
"But if this isn't about ... you didn't bring her here to punish her?"
Michiru shook her head.
"I'm leaving her in your hands. What happens to her here is your choice.
If you tell me to take her home I'll do it. She can't see or hear us and
she has no reason to connect us to this. Whatever happens she'll never know
we were involved."
Haruka looked thoughful then tried to pretend there was nothing
intriguing about this idea.
"Look I may have felt something for Makoto. I may even have some
fantasies along these lines but that still doesn't explain why you'd bring
me another girl. I keep thinking this is some sort of test yet irrational
as it is I feel you're sincere but I still can't understand it."
Michiru nodded. "I realise you're confused but it's really very simple.
I need you. More importantly than that the world needs you."
"I know, we've been over all this and I won't hesitate to do my duty but
..." She stopped at Michiru's raised hand.
"You don't intend to but you fear you will stumble and fall at a critical
step."
"How did you ... no, of course you know my fears. You know me as well as
I know myself."
"As you know me, my love."
"Not as well I fear because I still don't get it."
Michiru rached out and gently placed hands that could bend steel on
Haruka's shoulders.
"You're a lot more tender hearted than you'll ever admit." Michiru
continued before Haruka could object. "It's all taking it's toll, watching
the innocent suffer and knowing that we have to kill three people who don't
deserve it to save the world. You don't need any more frustration on top of
that but you have no shortage of that and it's wearing you down. You need a
night to unwind, to forget all your worries and indulge yourself. Pure,
personal downtime."
Haruka smiled sadly, "I'd be lying if I said I'm not intrigued but what
about Makoto? She's got to be terrified, alone in the silent dark, no idea
what's going to happen to her."
"And that's not a turn on?"
Haruka flushed, "Maybe it is but whatever my desires it's still wrong."
"We're the Outer Senshi, we'll do far worse that this to the innocent
before we're done. To sacrifice a few to save the whole has always been our
creed."
"I know but ..."
Makoto twitched and gave a muffled moan. Haruka involuntarily licked her
lips. Michiru sensed Haruka's oppositon weakening and pressed on.
"Haruka, you need this. You're on the edge and if you fall I can't keep
going alone. For both our sakes take my gift."
"Just one last question, why do it like this? I can't deny I was
attracted to Makoto but it was mutual. If you had just told her you didn't
mind ..."
"She would have said no. Attraction is one thing but I could tell when
it came to the crunch she'd say she preferred guys. That would just mean
added aggravation. Also to be totally honest I'm not immune to jealousy. I
like it this way where there's no chance of this turning into a real menage a
trois. I prefer she doesn't have more reason to want you." Her smile turned
impish, "I'm also hoping you'll let me play with your new toy too. You're not
the only one with fantasies."
After a moment Haruka asked, "Do I have to kidnap a girl for you too?"
Michiru shook her head. "All I need is you. If you're with me I can
face anything but if you fold then I'll fall too. No one can afford that.
Without us the world is doomed to be crushed by the Silence and failing in my
duty and having that weighing on my soul scares me a lot more than merely
dying."
Slowly Haruka said, "So you're saying that since I need this to keep
going I owe it to the world to at least fondle her a bit."
Trying not to visibly rejoice Michiru replied, "Take ten minutes to
wander around the bed and inspect her closely. If at the end of that time
you still think this is a bad idea I'll knock her out again and take her
back to her apartment. I leave it entirely in your hands."
Haruka stared at Makoto for a while then nodded. "Ten minutes. Start
timing."
With that she strode over to the bed.
Makoto felt the hands on her skin touching tentatively at first then
growing bolder. Her indignant "mmphs" did nothing to stop their
explorations, if anything they encouraged them. Her muffled protests grew
louder still as the second pair of hands joined the first. It was when she
felt the fingers sliding behind her back to unhook her bra that she lost it
again and tried to explode in a frenzy that would shake them off. But the
bonds held and she realized with horror she had just excited them. Makoto
moaned and prayed for a rescue but it seemed nobody was listening that night.
Several sweaty hours later Haruka and Michiru were resting their heads
on their new pillow as they cuddled. Michiru's outfit lay crumpled on the
floor, Haruka was as nude as her. Michiru didn't even wear her transformation
anymore. She had reverted from Sailor Neptune some time ago having only
stayed transformed as long as she had just in case Makoto got loose and needed
to be swiftly subdued. That hadn't been very likely but Makoto's position had
been changed several times and she had fought like a wildcat every time. To
no avail as against the strength of a Sailor Senshi she had never had a
chance. A little while ago Haruka had suggested they forget Makotoa and have
some fun on their own and Michiru had been happy to comply after ensuring
Makoto wouldn't cause any problems.
While technically as nude as them Makoto could also been called heavily
dressed. She could also be called furniture as she was currently serving as
a pillow. Makoto no longer wore any restraints but movement was nigh
impossible. Using her Senshi strength and speed Michiru had removed the
cuffs and forced Makoto's arms against her sides then straightened and pushed
her legs together before the girl could react. Before Makoto could realise
she was free she wasn't anymore having been tightly wrapped in a bedsheet
which covered her from ankles to shoulders. Haruka had transformed briefly to
assist as, using her previously unused roll of duct tape, Michiru had wound
tape around and around over the bedsheet. When she was done thanks to the
undisturbed headwrapping Makoto looked a lot like a mummy except for her bare
feet and the bare patch from her shoulders to neck. After a brief pause to
tickle Makoto's exposed soles the pair had shifted back to their human selves
and enjoyed one another. They were enjoying the afterglow when Makoto's
shoulders slumped.
Makoto felt the change in their living pillow.
"Is something wrong?"
Michiru felt for the pulse in Makoto's neck and shook her head in relief.
"Her pulse is still strong, she'd just passed out. Probably from a
combination of the tension, lack of sleep and heat build up in her cocoon.
Not to mention exhaustion from the paces we put her through."
"Ah!" After a pause Haruka added, "I think she was enjoying it after the
first hour."
"Mmmmm ...." Michiru was a bit more noncommital. "Involuntarily induced
or not, pleasure is pleasure. So it's a little hard to tell from tonight if
she'd really got a taste for this."
Haruka pointed to the window. "Speaking of night it's actually going to
be dawn before too long. What are we going to do with her?"
Michiru pondered then said, "Since we always make the bed before we leave
we'll have to put her out of the way. We can tape her to the ironing board
then lean her in the closet until after school then come home and have some
more fun."
"Uh ...."
Michiru chuckled and cuddled harder. "I'm joking. She's not ours, we
just borrowed her for the night." She let go of Haruka and slid to the edge
of the bed. "I'll change back to Neptune, slip into my disguise and take her
home. Once I get her back to her apartment I'll unwrap her, clean her up and
pop her into bed using a whiff of ether if she starts waking up. Then I'll
slip back here and we'll wait and see what stories she tells about tonight."
"You really think she'll think it was all a dream?"
"That would simplify things and she might buy it. Stranger things have
happened."
Haruka chuckled, "I'd have to agree with that. I'll give you a hand."
Michiru shook her head.
"Your costume is far to distinctive."
"So I'll wear the vinyl outfit you got for me."
"First you have to ditch your Uranus costume and they take ages to
remove.
"But it'll come off faster with two of us working on it."
Michiru started to object again but saw the stubborness in Haruka's
eyes. She knew her too well to object again.
"We'd better get started before it's too bright out."
Haruka nodded, "Let's get busy, Uranus Planet Power, Make Up."
"Neptune Planet, Power Make Up."
Unaware of what she was missing Makoto slumbered on in the grip of one
nightmare after another.
The howl of the clock radio snapped Makoto awake. With a shriek she
lashed out and knocked it off the nightstand. It bounced off the floor then
came to rest still blaring out the morning's music. Makoto's panic faded to
confusion as she realised she was in her bedroom, sitting up in bed looking
for an enemy that wasn't there. She looked down at herself to see she was
wearing her emerald green nightie and felt the first throbs of pain from the
hand that had punched the radio. It wasn't alone, every fiber of her boby
either ached or felt tender but those pains weren't as fresh.
Her heart rate dropped back to a more normal rate. She wasn't scared any
more but puzzled was an understatement. Had it all been a dream? Nightmare,
she corrected herself. A dream was something you desired and there was no way
she wanted to be helpless and used like that. Any pleasure had been purely
involuntarily. No question about it. Even when ... she shook off the memory.
It had all been horrible and degrading and she would slap herself if she ever
thought otherwise.
She padded over to the front door trying not to wince. The lock was
intact. No sign that it had been forced open by an intruder. She frowned. A
nightmare would make more sense than being abducted for a night then cleaned
up and returned safe if sore to awaken in her own bed but that didn't explain
why she would feel so rotten after a good night's sleep. Some sort of
holdover from having her heart crystal yanked perhaps? Rei had been looking
down lately and only mentioned unspecified bad dreams when asked why she
looked so pale. Maybe she should have a word with Ami and see if she had
suffered any side-effects.
Whatever the answer to this mystery Makoto decided she needed a morning
pick me up. She concentrated and the wand appeared in her hand. She raised
it and was about to speak then she hesitated and subvocalised the
transformation phrase over and over while focusing on willing the change.
Nothing happened.
Almost whispering she intoned, "Jupiter Planet Power, Make Up!"
The change was immediate and she felt herself energised. Sailor Jupiter
flexed feeling none of the aches that had afflicted her as Makoto. A few
minutes in this form and she'd be good as new when she shifted back.
She studied her reflection in the mirror and shrugged. Dream or not it
seemed definite they couldn't change without actually saying their particular
phrase. She'd pass that on to the others soon as she saw them. If they
asked how she'd found out she'd say ... she'd say she'd been watching some
magical girl anime and got to wondering if they always needed to say those
same lines over and over. So she had experimented and found out that while
the girls on TV might not the Sailor Senshi definitely did.
That seemed long enough. Makoto willed the change to reverse and headed
into the bathroom feeling a lot more human.
She was fresh out of the shower and on the verge of putting on her school
uniform when the phone rang. Who could it be this early? Probably Usagi
calling to say because she'd failed another test her mother hadn't made her a
lunch so could Makoto pretty please bing an extra bento box. Or Ami calling
to remind her of some test she had totally forgetten so she could do enough
last minute cramming to pass. Or it could be Minako calling because ... well
with Minako there was no way to predict what she'd want.
"Kino residence, hello?"
There was no answer. Had the caller hung up?
"Hello, Makoto Kino speaking. Is anyone there?"
Nothing.
Makoto shrugged, another mystery. This day was off to one hell of a start.
She was beginning to lower the phone when a voice whispered, "We must do this
again someday!"
Makoto froze then bellowed into the phone, "WHO IS THIS?!"
Dead air. Had she imagined it?
"I SAID WHO'S THERE? ANSWER ME, DAMN YOU!"
The silence mocked her and she slammed the phone down hard enough the
crack the plastic casing. Trembling with fury she stalked to her bedroom
swearing curses that would have shocked her friends. From now on anyone who
even looked at her funny was getting pulverised, no matter how much they
reminded her of her sempai. She didn't feel any sort of thrill. Not the
merest hint. Anyone who said otherwise was going to suffer.
Michiru put her phone down a lot more gently and looked into Haruka's
disapproving glare.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist."
"Just wonderful. All that trouble sneaking her back into her apartment
and cleaning her up in hopes she'd figure she imagined it all and you blow it
in a few seconds! You just don't know when to quit."
"I'm sorry." Michiru sounded the very soul of contrition.
"You should be!" Haruka kept glaring, "Now you've made her a promise
that we'll have to keep it."
Michiru's apologetic expression dissolved into giggles. Haruka held her
mock sternness a moment more then joined her partner. At length the laughter
stopped and both wiped their eyes. Becoming truly serious Haruka said, "We
really can't make a habit of this."
Michiru nodded, "Just when the pressure's built enough that we absolutely
need our downtime." Then smiled and added, "After all most of the time I
should be more than enough for you."
Haruka kissed her. "You are but that phonecall was still over the line.
Right now we need to get to school but after we're done with classes and the
day's daimon hunting I will punish you!"
Michiru stuck out her tongue .
"We'll see about that, won't we?"
With that she fled the apartment followed by Haruka in a none too
serious pursuit. Both with hearts lighter than they'd been in weeks ready to
face school, whatever monsters the day brought and if necessary Armaggedon
itself.
So if there's a moral to this story it's that even the strongest among
us need a little downtime now and again to keep their heads screwed on right.
Either that or remember it's the quiet ones you have to watch.
The End
(for now)
Afterword
That concludes "Downtime" my first hentai fanfiction. Send comments or
criticisms to Grimbor@hotmail.com
You may be pleased or disgusted to learn I've got a sequel in mind.
Obviously this story happened early in S while Kaolinite was still the
Deathbusters main gun. What's going to happen a few months later after
Eudial's efforts to zap Minako reveal to Haruka and Michiru that Makoto is
Sailor Jupiter?
Well some of you may have been disappointed that it was Makoto in a bind
rather than Jupiter and Haruka and Michiru would agree with you but there are
problems in restraining a Senshi. Venus's "Love Me Chain" is the only power
geared to along those lines and she's not going to cooperate which means
there are practical difficulties. Stick Jupiter in a straitjacket and if she
can't break free with superhuman strength she can still fry you with
lightning.
Maybe.
Actually if the Sailors actually need to do those attack poses is one of
the many contradictions in the anime. In the penultimate episode of the
original series Jupiter does a kamikaze "Supreme Thunder" attack that takes
out two of the DD girls despite being wrapped in their tentacles and unable
to move.
Yet during the subsequent Ali & Ann arc of Sailor Moon R Makoto is tied
up by a Cardian while she's doing the crossed arms posture of her "Supreme
Thunder" pose. Unable to complete the movements she can't launch her attack.
So can she attack with her arms tied? Hard to say but it would be
prudent to err on the side of caution and assume a Senshi in bondage is still
very, very dangerous.
Of course if Sailor Pluto shows up with a few toys from the far future
where they've had practical experience in developing technologies to
restrain whacked out paranormals well that's a whole new ballgame.
Bondage, betrayal, droids, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto and Crystal
Tokyo will all collide in "Futureshock!" Watch for it.
But that's not going to be ready for awhile. My next SM fanfic will be
titled "Blonde Ambition" and feature a crossover between a Franco Saudelli
character and all the Sailors. It shoulf be a lot mor fun and lighthearted
than this piece. Until then take it easy.
Grimbor
Warning - While there is no explicit sex in this story it does feature
non-consensual acts of bondage. If this sort of thing disturbs
you then you should go read something else
Note - This story is set during Sailor Moon S and I use the original versions
of the names, ie Sailor Senshi instead of Sailor Scouts. For purposes
of this fanfic all you have to remember is
Makoto = Lita/Sailor Jupiter's civilian identity
Haruka = Amara/Sailor Uranus's civilian identity
Michiru = Michelle/Sailor Neptune's civilian name
Mentioned in passing Mamoru = Darien
Chibi-Usa = Rini
Diamon = Heart Attacker Usagi = Serena
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Downtime : a Sailor Senshi fanfic
by Grimbor
While it cooled down considerably after the sun set as it had been so
warm all day Makoto hadn't bothered to close the door to the balcony before
leaving for an evening with her friends. Her apartment was still baking hot
and needed all the air it could get so she had no reason to latch it. She
hadn't given security a second thought. Why should she? She lived on the
twentieth floor. No one was going to be coming that way.
Which meant that the woman who silently dropped from the rooftop, seized
the railing as she passed and swung herself onto the balcony had a pleasant
surprise. She had expected to have to pick the door's lock.
Holding the crouch she had landed in she listened for sounds of alarm.
She heard only the usual ambient city noise. No sound from the apartment, no
neighbours shouting about a suicide plunging to their death. So far, so
good. Excellent! Despite the error in choosing her attire she remained
undetected.
She chided herself once again for her miscalculation. While the
skintight outfit that covered her from neck to toe was black it wasn't the
dull black that would have provided the best camouflage. She had belatedly
realized just how much light reflected off her PVC catsuit and while she
enjoyed the effect under other circumstances it made for poor cover. If
anyone had caught the glint and turned to see her she would have had some
explaining to do. Actually as she didn't care to explain her purpose, why she
was going places she wasn't allowed or why she was wearing this black hood and
goggles to conceal her features she'd have had to run and abandon her mission.
Careless of her but when the specialty clothing had been delivered this
afternoon she had felt like a kid in a candy store. She unhooked the bag
slung over her back and left it behind as she crept forward.
Stepping through the doorway she straightened up and silently skulked
through the apartment until she had confirmed it was indeed empty. With that
task done she studied the apartment's interior and shook her head. You would
never guess a teenage girl lived here alone. Everything was in its place,
there were no signs of disorder and every surface was sparkling clean. The
kitchen could have passed for brand new; no residues, everything in neatly
labeled drawers or cupboards and all the utensils arranged and gleaming. She
stepped into the bedroom and opened the closets and the dresser drawers.
Everything was sensible from shoes to clothes to lingerie. She shook her head
again. It was as if Makoto was training herself to be the perfect housewife.
It was all so ... so domestic.
At that thought she smiled behind her hood. After all it wasn't much of
a leap from domestic to domesticated was it? With that thought in mind she
made her preparations.
Snatching her bag from the balcony she began to unpack it. This didn't
take long. While the dark green canvas bag she had carried slung over her
back was big enough to hold a tent it already sagged almost empty. For good
reason, it was almost empty. Reaching in the woman in black withdrew two
rolls of duct tape, a pair of cellophane envelopes holding cotton pads, a
small package marked industrial earplugs, a roll of three inch wide bandage,
a large foam rubber ball, an absorbent cloth and a squat glass bottle marked
with warning signs. Lastly she removed a paperback book, a Japanese
translation of Victor Hugo's "Les Miserables". Pushing her goggles up to her
forehead she found a comfy chair, shoved her supplies under it then settled
down to read and wait.
It was two hours later that she heard the footsteps echoing down the
hallway. Calmly she flicked off the reading light, slid the book under the
chair and retrieved a roll of duct tape, the cloth and the bottle. She
stepped up to the wall adjoining the hallway next to the door hinge. When
the door opened she would be hidden and so long as Makoto didn't fling it open
violently she should remain undetected. From the sound Makoto wasn't stomping
so she probably wasn't in a foul mood. Also from the sound she was alone
which was more important. A companion would complicate things. Unscrewing
the bottle cap she carefully let a measure soak into the cloth the way she had
rehearsed. That done she resealed the bottle. The less odour filled the air
the better.
Either Makoto didn't noticed the smell or she assumed it was just another
pollutant in Tokyo's air wafting through her open balcony door. Yawning, she
kicked off her shoes and placed them in the rack by the door. Barefoot and
wearing jeans and a light green sweatshirt she stepped into the apartment
flicking the door shut behind her. She heard the click as the latch caught.
She didn't hear the woman who glided up behind her as silent as a shadow.
The first Makoto knew something was wrong was when the shiny black arm
wrapped around her midriff pinning her arms to her side. Her startled
exclamation was muffled almost before it started by the sweet smelling cloth
in the intruder's other hand that was slapped over her mouth and nose. Makoto
instinctively tried to yell and couldn't. The pressure from the intruder's
fingers on her jaw was like a vice holding her mouth clamped shut. She tried
to kick behind her and pull free from the intruder's grasp but it was too
late. The intruder's arm was as immovable as a tree trunk and her legs were
wrapped by something. Staring downwards she saw her legs were pinned together
by the intruder's. She was caught in a shiny black scissors hold and despite
straining with all her might she couldn't move!
She didn't give up. Judging where the intruder's head was behind her she
twisted backward for a head-butt. She hit only air. Worse the hand on her
face wouldn't let her unwind from the failed strike and held her in place
leaving her trapped in her backward bent posture. She could see the
intruder's face now but with the black hood and mirrored goggles there was
nothing to recognise. No clue who was attacking her.
Chest heaving with exertion she struggled with all her might to no avail
drawing more and more of the fumes from the cloth into her lungs. On the
verge of panic she was about to summon her wand to transform to Sailor Jupiter
and damn the consequences when the world began getting fuzzy. Her ineffectual
struggles lessened as lethargy filled her. The world faded to black as she
tried to remember what she had been so worried about.
The intruder felt Makoto slump into unconsciousness. She held the cloth
in place for several more seconds until she felt the tension leave Makoto's
muscles before cautiously releasing her grip on Makoto's jaw.
Makoto didn't yell for help. She couldn't, she wasn't faking. Her head
slumped forward in drugged sleep and again the intruder smiled behind her
hood. It was all going like clockwork. Step 2 completed, time for step 3.
Sitting Makoto on the floor the intruder grabbed the hem of her
sweatshirt and began pulling it up, guiding her arms through the sleeves.
Tossing it aside she took a moment to study the shirtless girl. As expected
after studying her lingerie drawer Makoto's bra was an unexciting virginal
white. It was however also entirely lacking in padding. Her impressive bust
was as authentic as her captor had hoped.
Leaning her forward the intruder pulled her arms behind her back and
crossed her wrists then secured them together with a long strip of duct tape.
She was unlikely to awaken anytime soon but the intruder wasn't one to take
unnecessary chances.
Effortlessly dragging Makoto across the room the intruder propped her
back against the couch then undid the buttons and zip on her jeans. The girl
barely stirred as the jeans were worked down her legs and removed. Nor did
she stir as her bare ankles were crossed and lashed together with more duct
tape.
With the immediate worry about Makoto regaining consciousness and causing
trouble attended to the intruder got to work in earnest. Laying Makoto on her
back she retrieved her other supplies and worked swiftly but methodically.
She opened Makoto's mouth and pushed the squashy foam rubber ball in. As she
had hoped while too big to swallow and choke on it wasn't too big to fit
though Makoto's cheeks bulged a bit. She closed the girl's mouth and sealed
her lips shut with a small strip of tape. Opening the envelopes she placed
two of the cotton pads over Makoto's closed eyelids and eyebrows then fixed
them in place with a strip of duct tape taking care not to catch any of her
hair in the tape. She unclipped Makoto's rose earrings and placed them on a
sidetable. Then one at a time she gently slid the industrial earplugs into
Makoto's ears where they swelled to fit. Now for the finishing touch.
Taking the wide bandage she began wrapping it around Makoto's head until
she had used up the roll. From the neck up Makoto now looked like a mummy
with only her nostrils exposed on her face and the only other opening on the
top of her head where her ponytail emerged. The intruder nodded with
satisfaction. There was no way Makoto could dislodge her gag, blindfold or
the earplugs. She would awaken deaf, dumb, blind and secured feeling utterly,
utterly helpless. She took a moment to savour the sight of the head wrapped
girl bound hand and foot and clad only in her underwear then returned to work.
Lifting Makoto's knees she pushed her bound ankles back until they met
her buttocks and her calves were pressed firmly against her thighs. She wound
duct tape around both limbs to ensure they wouldn't unbend then taped her bent
legs to one another. That was the easy part, now it got a little harder.
Using one hand to hold Makoto's legs in place she leaned over and slid her
other hand under Makoto's back. Then lifted upward pushing the girl into a
sitting up position until her breasts rested against her knees. With a little
effort and a note to herself that this would be easier with two people doing
the binding she managed to run the tape from Makoto's back to her calves
several times taping the girl into as compact a bundle as she could manage.
Makoto began teetering the instant she let go so she eased the girl onto her
side then went to fetch her bag.
Opening it wide and checking it was indeed empty she picked up the girl
and placed her on the zippered opening. Grasping either side of Makoto
she raised the zip's sides up so Makoto was now inside the bag. Checking
Makoto was still unconscious but breathing normally she zipped it closed.
That done she gathered her supplies and placed them in a small side-pocket
of the bag then picked up the bag as though it was no heavier than a pillow.
Slinging it across her back and seemingly unencumbered by the weight she
started towards the balcony.
Halfway there she stopped and turned back towards the main door scooping
up the keys Makoto had dropped. She leaned against the door and listened
until she was sure the hallway was empty. Stepping through and taking care
not to catch her backpack on the doorjamb she locked the door behind her and
hurried to the stairwell. She started upwards chiding herself for almost
taking the more noticeable course of scaling the outside of the building.
The external route was only faster coming down.
Opening the door to the roof with Makoto's tenant key she stepped out and
took a moment to appreciate the brilliance of the city lights spread all
around her. Then she broke into a run and made an impossible leap from the
roof's edge to the neighbouring apartment block and continued zipping across
the night sky with bounds from one building to the next that should have been
impossible outside of the Matrix.
Makoto returned to consciousness gradually. A dream of rattling around
inside a blender shifted into another of sinking into quicksand unable to
move and shifting deeper and deeper until everything went black. The dream
faded and fuzzily Makoto realised she was awake. Her bedroom was pitch black
with none of the citylight that normally seeped despite the thickness of the
curtains. There had to be thick fog or a storm brewing outside but she didn't
hear any wind. In fact she didn't hear anything beyond her pulse beat which
sounded unnaturally loud. Why was everything so silent? For that matter why
did she ache after a good night's sleep and why was she sleeping sprawled on
her back? The first order of business was a look out the window. She reached
for the bedside light. At least she tried to but her arm stayed put. She
tugged harder and felt the firm grip on her wrist that held her arm securely
outstretched. The fuzziness faded as andrenalin burned it away. Makoto tried
to open her eyes and sit up. She failed.
Panicking she pulled with all her might trying to thrash her limbs free
from whatever held her. She tried to yell but her mouth wouldn't open and
something her tongue in place. The pulse beat echoing in her ears grew louder
and more rapid as she exerted herself. How long she did this for she didn't
know but she felt herself burning up from the strain of exertion. Overheating
she tried to gasp for more air but her mouth was sealed. Chest heaving
frantically and puffing and blowing from her nose she stopped struggling
Lying back and trembling with tension she forced herself to think.
The memory of the attack had returned. A cloth jammed over her face then
blackness. Then she was here, unable to move in this dark, silent place.
That thought brought back the panic and again she tried to tear free without
success. This bout didn't last as long as the first. She was still short of
breath. Ceasing her struggles her mind raced as she tried to make sense of it
all. She couldn't see or hear anything but she could still feel so what could
that tell her?
First of all that she was lying on her back with her limbs spread.
Something gripped her at the wrists and ankles holding her in place and
whatever it was wasn't budging. No, not quite. There had been just a little
movement side to side so there was a tiny bit of give. But not enough to let
her twist her wrists around and touch the surface she lay on. Whatever she
was on top of was soft and springy. A matress? It felt like that and she
could feel quite a bit as it was mainly her bare skin resting on it. From the
feel of it most of her clothing was gone, in point of fact likely all she had
on was her underwear. That was alarming but not as bad as waking up
completely stripped would have been.
Her face felt warm and she could feel the sweat but it wasn't trickling
down her face. Instead the wetness seemed to spread out. There was something
pressing against the skin all around her head. A helmet? No, it felt more
flexible, like cloth except for the tightness over her mouth and from her
forehead to the bridge of her nose. One of those face covering ski masks?
It felt too tight for that. With her hands immoblized she couldn't explore
it and barring seeing a reflection she had no way to identify what she was
wearing. No chance of seeing a reflection, she couldn't say anything but she
had just realized that it wasn't because the room was dark. Now she was
concentrating she was aware her eyes were closed and there was something
pressing against the lids. A blindfold! So the darkness was artificial. For
all she knew she could be in a brightly lit room. In fact ... yes! She could
feel the pressure in her ears. Something was plugging them. That was why
her pulse and the sound of her own breathing were so loud. She was sealed
in with only herself to listen to with no way of telling anything about her
surroundings except the comfortable air temperature on her bare skin. For all
she knew she could be surrounded by a crowd enjoying her helplessness. She
cringed at the thought.
The sole spectator saw Makoto shiver and felt the thrill of anticipation.
The fury had passed and she was surrendering to the fear of the unknown.
Drinking in the sight she studied the girl spreadeagled on the bed and
resisted the urge to run her hands over her. Jumping the gun would spoil her
own timetable and after coming this far it would be a shame not to see it
through to the conclusion. Instead she checked the ties that secured the
leather cuffs to the posts of the double bed and confirmed they were still
firm. The bed had really been jumping during Makoto's frenzied struggle and
for a moment she had really thought Makoto was going to snap either the ties
or the posts themselves. The girl was a real amazon! Fortunately when all
was said and done Makoto was only human but it was still a good thing she had
bought sturdy furniture.
The woman in black shook her head. If she stayed here she would do
something that she would enjoy now but regret later. Best to leave until it
was time. Feeling like a child anticipating Christmas the now unmasked woman
left the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Walking into the study she
turned on the CD player and inserted one of her favourite symphonic
recordings hoping the music would take her mind off Makoto. But it didn't,
she kept wondering what Makoto must be thinking and feeling right now.
She would have been surprised to learn Makoto's thoughts were not
centering on her helplessness. She was keeping the fear at bay by trying to
work out what had happened to her. Someone had captured her but why? It
had only been a few days since that diamon zapped her and revealed to both the
mysterious enemy and all the other Sailors that whatever a talisman was she
didn't have one. She wasn't going to forget that day and the ride in Haruka's
car. The attack had spoiled a great day, good thing Haruka and Michiru hadn't
suffered more than scapes and bruises and didn't hold it against her. Makoto
shook her head (which was about all she could move), she was sidetracking
herself. The point was after she turned out to be a dud the enemy should have
lost all interest in her, same as they did Rei and Ami. Why would they have
come after her again?
Despite the sweat she had worked up Makoto suddenly felt very cold. What
if the enemy had discovered she was Sailor Jupiter? What if she had been
kidnapped as bait for the others or worse, to be turned evil and sent to kill
her friends? Both Mamoru and Chibi-Usa had succumbed when they were captured
and there was no reason to think she was stronger than them. She almost gave
in to another frenzy of futile struggling but she managed to keep a grip on
herself. Kaolinite didn't wear black or bother disguising herself so it
wasn't her. Could it have been a diamon that grabbed her? Again unlikely,
while female they always looked so bizarre. While she hadn't caught more than
a glimpse her attacker she had looked sleek and dangerous rather than in any
way silly. She had been dressed like one of the Cat's Eye girls or the
Catwoman in that Batman film. Except she hadn't been fictional. But who was
she and why had she abducted her?
Maybe it was nothing to do with their new enemy, maybe she'd been grabbed
by a gang of pervert bad girls like in those manga she kept hidden under the
bed. Things like didn't happen, did they? Makoto shivered as she realized
she'd be a lot more sure such things were confined to fiction if it hadn't
been for all the bizarre things that she'd seen. Not to mention discovering
that she was an authentic magical girl.
Which brought her back to her problem. While her wrists were immobilised
her fingers were free so there would be no problem summoning the wand and
transforming. Except that might be exactly what whoever had grabbed her was
waiting for. She could be surrounded by armed guards with orders to shoot if
she transformed. Or it could be less extreme, they could be recording this
so they could control her with the threat of exposure later. Or maybe she had
been right the first time and Kaolinite's minions or masters had grabbed her
and they were holding off on the brainwashing until she showed them they had
the right girl. What was she supposed to do?
It wasn't a hard decision to make. In the end there was no real choice.
She was Sailor Jupiter and even if it meant her end she wouldn't go out
quietly. She concentrated a moment and felt the weight of the wand in her
hand. Grasping it tight she willed the transformation.
Nothing happened.
Makoto would have been dumbstruck if she wasn't already gagged. Her
transformation had never failed before! Her mind raced. Could the wand be
damaged? Like those times Usagi couldn't change. No, it felt intact and she
could sense the power but it was just beyond her reach. She tried again,
visualized the words and willed the change with all her might and failed.
Why? What was she doing wrong? The only thing she wasn't doing was ...
The realization filled her with horror. Sure she had always said the
words aloud but that just an added touch to sound cool.
Wasn't it?
The first time she had held the wand she had suddenly known the words and
spoken them, then the change began. It couldn't be! Did she really have to
be able to speak them. Frantically she tried to articulate "Jupiter Planet
Power, Make Up!" only to hear the faint muffled grunts that were the only
sound she could make. Nothing happened and she felt the unused wand fade away
until it was needed.
Her composure cracked and Makoto went berserk unaware she was raising
enough racket to be heard over the music in the next room. But the bonds and
bedframe held and she accomplished nothing beyond hurting herself.
Overexertion quietened her and she slumped back in defeat and despair. Tears
leaked from her eyelids to soak the cotten taped against them but Makoto
didn't notice the spreading wetness as the muffled weeping shook her.
Haruka Ten'ou was in a foul mood as she parked her car in the
underground parking lot. Still that was nothing new, she spent most of her
days doing a slow burn from all the frustrations she faced. This evening
had been one of the worst. Hours spent with those chauvanistic. mysogynistic
bastards of the Racing Association trying to browbeat her out of the club.
For all their public statements how much they welcomed her they were offended
by both her youth and her gender. Good thing they didn't know her sexual
preferences or they'd have booted her out regardless of the threat of a
lawsuit. She grimaced at the memory, they'd actually called in some buddies
in the traffic bureau to invalidate her overseas license. When the legal
challenge failed they'd spent most of the meeting trying to bluff that they'
could and would have it invalidated unless she publicly announced her
retirementfrom the pro circuit to "concentrate on her studies". Haruka
stalked to the elevator trying to resist the urge to grind her teeth. She
had to look calm before she reached their apartment. It wasn't fair to dump
her problems on Michiru. She had enough worries of her own.
Haruka sighed as she entered the empty elevator and punched in her
floor. Racing had once been her way to unwind but now it was just another
source of frustration. Something she certainly didn't lack. Sometimes she
wondered if it really would have made a difference if she hadn't become
Sailor Uranus. Obviously she had to change that first time to save Michiru
but she could have tossed the wand afterwards. The truth was that while she
was prepared to sacrifice her life to fight the Deathbusters she was beginning
to suspect that she wouldn't be doing it in the way she had expected.
It had seemed like such a good plan, use Michiru's psychic gifts to
locate Kaolinite's targets then take the talismans before she could. It
still sounded good in theory but they had both begin to suspect the
Deathbusters were just randomly zapping everyone with a pure heart in Tokyo
in hopes of stumbling across the talisman. Taking a cynical assessment and
saying only one tenth of one percent of Tokyo's millions had pure hearts
how many thousands of potential hosts did that leave? Since Kaolinite
didn't attack more than one target daily what were the odds of stumbling
across the right ones? She'd been having nighmares lately about still
running around after Kaolinite when she was a wrinkled old woman.
"WORLD .. cough, cough ... SHAKING, you young whippersnapper!"
She shook off the image and sighed. Gallows humour was all she had
left.
Of course if Kaolinite did find the right three people then it would get
much, much worse. It was bad enough now have to stand by and do nothing while
the innocent suffered at the diamon's hands. If the day came that Kaolinite
got lucky then they would have to take the talismans and condemn three
innocent, pure hearted people to death. She would do it, she had sworn to
Michiru that she wouldn't fail when the moment of truth came and she could
never betray Michiru's trust. But she knew she would never forgive herself
any more than anyone besides Michiru would. While she condemned Sailor
Moon and her group as amateurs she secretly envied them. They really
believed they could save everyone without sacrificing anyone except
themselves. They didn't have to face the awful burden of the Outer Senshi's
destiny. Naive but happy, why couldn't she live like that?
If it wasn't for flirting and, most importantly, Michiru she'd have
cracked from the pressure by now. Yet while thet should be enough it wasn't.
The tension kept building and sooner or later she was going to either explode
or make a mistake at the worst possible time. Maybe she was greedy to want
more than Michiru but she couldn't help how she felt. She needed something,
even if she wasn't sure exactly what to truly unwind. To get the downtime
she needed before resuming the fray. The ping of the elevator doors opening
snapped her out of her introspection. Time to put on a happy face before she
walked in on Michiru.
Haruka unlocked their penthouse apartment's door and opened it, filling
the hallway with classical music. She actually recognised this tune but only
because it was one of Michiru's favourites. Hopefully Michiru wouldn't quiz
her on it. Haruka had nothing against the western classics but she was
well aware she didn't appreciate them the way her partner did. Not unless
Michiru was the one playing them. Even then what she appreciated was the
way Michiru poured her heart and soul into the music more than the music
itself. That was what was truly beautiful, the way Michiru threw herself
into it wholeheartedly. Any way you looked at it Michiru wasn't one for
half measures.
The door clicked shut behind her and the music's volume dropped.
Before Haruka could redunantly say, "I'm home" Michiru called, "How did it
go tonight?"
Trying to sound unconcerned Haruka replied, "They agreed I don't have to
resign."
"Ah. Another rough evening then?"
Before Haruka could falsely deny it Michiru called, "Never mind, I've
got something that'll really cheer you up. Join me in the study."
"Be right there."
Wondering what Michiru was up to and foreseeing several pleasant
possibilities Haruka ditched her shoes and strode to join her partner.
She entered to see the back of the big, black leather swivel chair.
Michiru had turned it to face the CD player. Haruka paused a moment wondering
if she should spin it around or siddle round and plop into Michiru's lap.
Michiru took the decision out of her hands by spinning the chair around in
a blur. Haruka's jaw dropped.
Michiru was clad neck to toe in skintight black. Light reflecting off
the shiny surface highlighted the curves Haruka would have said she knew by
heart. Michiru looked sleek, sexy and even a bit dangerous. Most of all she
looked very, very desirable. She slid out of the chair and stretched
sinuously then purred, "So what do you think of my new look?"
"I like. It's ...", Haruka hunted for the right word, "Intense!"
"Intense ... yes, you're right. We're going to get very intense."
Haruka started forward but an alarm bell went off in her subconscious.
Michiru's birthday had been over two months ago and it hadn't been a year
sicne they met yet but she had the sudden terrible feeling she had forgotten
something."
"Uhm ... mpph!"
Her worries were smothered with by a kiss.
"No dear, you haven't forgotten an important date. I've just been
thinking you needed a little pick me up so I wanted to make this a night to
remember."
"You know me so well." Haruka wrapped her arms around Michiru and was
surprised when she gently but inexoribly pulled free.
"Not quite yet. I promised you a surprise, remember?"
Haruka frowned in puzzlement. "I thought ..."
Michiru smiled and shook her head. "This is just the icing on the cake.
I've got you some new clothes too but that's for another time. Are you
ready to be surprised?"
Haruka nodded.
"Then close your eyes and take my hand."
Haruka obeyed and felt Michiru lead her towards their bedroom. Michiru's
grip felt so much firmer. She had seemed so vibrant. It had to be the
costume's influence. Haruka's smile widened.
"I think I can guess what it is."
"Really?"
Michiru sounded amused. Haruka heard the door slide open.
"You can open your eyes now."
Haruka did. To say she was surprised was an understatement.
Tautly spreadeagled on the bed was a girl wearing only a white bra and
panties. Leather cuffs on her wrist and ankles were attached to tethers that
ran to, then wrapped around the bedposts before proceeding down to the bed's
legs for added firmness. Her head was swathed in bandages making her
impossible to identify immediately. Haruaka's mind started working again and
she took in the brown ponytail with the telltale barrette.
"MAKOTO!"
Michiru nodded, "Bound, blind, dumb and deaf she has no idea who abducted
her, what they want with her or where she is. She's quiet now but you should
heard the racket she was kicking up earlier. She's all yours to do with as
you please."
"You shouldn't have!"
"Not at all. It was easier that I thought and I really wanted to
surprise you."
"No, I mean you really shouldn't have!" Haruka sounded appalled. "What
in all the gods names were you thinking. What's got into you?"
As soon as she said it a horrific thought struck Haruka. The wand
materialised in her grasp and was gone an instant later. Michiru tossed it to
the far corner of the room still looking amused. Haruka's muscles tensed and
Michiru said sweetly, "Make a dive for it and you'll be hogtied beside her
before you get halfway there."
Seeing Haruka's growing shock ahe added in a more serious tone, "Don't
worry I'm not possessed. If I was would you still be in one piece? I'm doing
this for us of my own free will."
Haruka tried to collect her scattered wits.
"Your speed and strength ... you're transformed!"
Michiru nodded, "Sailor Neptune at your service."
"But the costume ..."
"I know, they aren't designed to be put on or removed except by
transformation." She snorted, "Like it would have spoiled the Senshi image to
have a zip line. Whoever designed those things ... well never mind. The
point is it takes some doing but you can stretch the neck enough to slide out
and the fabric snaps back to normal afterwards. Glad the shoes were easier
to ditch." She pointed to the neatly folded blue and white bundle on top of
the dresser and then Michiru chuckled and tapped her chest. "After struggling
out of my uniform getting into this thing was a snap. They're hidden but it
does have zips and I'll show you how to peel it later. Right now I suspect
you have a few more questions."
"That's an understatement." Haruka realised her gaze was slipping
towards Makoto. She turned back to confront Michiru.
"I only have one real question. Why? Why Makoto? Why do this and say
it's for me? Why like this?"
Michiru's amusement vanished. Quietly she said, "Why Makoto? Because
you wanted her. I saw that the day you took her for a drive."
Haruka felt an icicle stab her in the heart. "I never ... I didn't ...
we didn't ... I flirt with all the girls, you know that!"
"It's okay Haruka, this isn't about blame. I know nothing happened
between you two and that you wouldn't do anything you thought would betray
me."
"But if this isn't about ... you didn't bring her here to punish her?"
Michiru shook her head.
"I'm leaving her in your hands. What happens to her here is your choice.
If you tell me to take her home I'll do it. She can't see or hear us and
she has no reason to connect us to this. Whatever happens she'll never know
we were involved."
Haruka looked thoughful then tried to pretend there was nothing
intriguing about this idea.
"Look I may have felt something for Makoto. I may even have some
fantasies along these lines but that still doesn't explain why you'd bring
me another girl. I keep thinking this is some sort of test yet irrational
as it is I feel you're sincere but I still can't understand it."
Michiru nodded. "I realise you're confused but it's really very simple.
I need you. More importantly than that the world needs you."
"I know, we've been over all this and I won't hesitate to do my duty but
..." She stopped at Michiru's raised hand.
"You don't intend to but you fear you will stumble and fall at a critical
step."
"How did you ... no, of course you know my fears. You know me as well as
I know myself."
"As you know me, my love."
"Not as well I fear because I still don't get it."
Michiru rached out and gently placed hands that could bend steel on
Haruka's shoulders.
"You're a lot more tender hearted than you'll ever admit." Michiru
continued before Haruka could object. "It's all taking it's toll, watching
the innocent suffer and knowing that we have to kill three people who don't
deserve it to save the world. You don't need any more frustration on top of
that but you have no shortage of that and it's wearing you down. You need a
night to unwind, to forget all your worries and indulge yourself. Pure,
personal downtime."
Haruka smiled sadly, "I'd be lying if I said I'm not intrigued but what
about Makoto? She's got to be terrified, alone in the silent dark, no idea
what's going to happen to her."
"And that's not a turn on?"
Haruka flushed, "Maybe it is but whatever my desires it's still wrong."
"We're the Outer Senshi, we'll do far worse that this to the innocent
before we're done. To sacrifice a few to save the whole has always been our
creed."
"I know but ..."
Makoto twitched and gave a muffled moan. Haruka involuntarily licked her
lips. Michiru sensed Haruka's oppositon weakening and pressed on.
"Haruka, you need this. You're on the edge and if you fall I can't keep
going alone. For both our sakes take my gift."
"Just one last question, why do it like this? I can't deny I was
attracted to Makoto but it was mutual. If you had just told her you didn't
mind ..."
"She would have said no. Attraction is one thing but I could tell when
it came to the crunch she'd say she preferred guys. That would just mean
added aggravation. Also to be totally honest I'm not immune to jealousy. I
like it this way where there's no chance of this turning into a real menage a
trois. I prefer she doesn't have more reason to want you." Her smile turned
impish, "I'm also hoping you'll let me play with your new toy too. You're not
the only one with fantasies."
After a moment Haruka asked, "Do I have to kidnap a girl for you too?"
Michiru shook her head. "All I need is you. If you're with me I can
face anything but if you fold then I'll fall too. No one can afford that.
Without us the world is doomed to be crushed by the Silence and failing in my
duty and having that weighing on my soul scares me a lot more than merely
dying."
Slowly Haruka said, "So you're saying that since I need this to keep
going I owe it to the world to at least fondle her a bit."
Trying not to visibly rejoice Michiru replied, "Take ten minutes to
wander around the bed and inspect her closely. If at the end of that time
you still think this is a bad idea I'll knock her out again and take her
back to her apartment. I leave it entirely in your hands."
Haruka stared at Makoto for a while then nodded. "Ten minutes. Start
timing."
With that she strode over to the bed.
Makoto felt the hands on her skin touching tentatively at first then
growing bolder. Her indignant "mmphs" did nothing to stop their
explorations, if anything they encouraged them. Her muffled protests grew
louder still as the second pair of hands joined the first. It was when she
felt the fingers sliding behind her back to unhook her bra that she lost it
again and tried to explode in a frenzy that would shake them off. But the
bonds held and she realized with horror she had just excited them. Makoto
moaned and prayed for a rescue but it seemed nobody was listening that night.
Several sweaty hours later Haruka and Michiru were resting their heads
on their new pillow as they cuddled. Michiru's outfit lay crumpled on the
floor, Haruka was as nude as her. Michiru didn't even wear her transformation
anymore. She had reverted from Sailor Neptune some time ago having only
stayed transformed as long as she had just in case Makoto got loose and needed
to be swiftly subdued. That hadn't been very likely but Makoto's position had
been changed several times and she had fought like a wildcat every time. To
no avail as against the strength of a Sailor Senshi she had never had a
chance. A little while ago Haruka had suggested they forget Makotoa and have
some fun on their own and Michiru had been happy to comply after ensuring
Makoto wouldn't cause any problems.
While technically as nude as them Makoto could also been called heavily
dressed. She could also be called furniture as she was currently serving as
a pillow. Makoto no longer wore any restraints but movement was nigh
impossible. Using her Senshi strength and speed Michiru had removed the
cuffs and forced Makoto's arms against her sides then straightened and pushed
her legs together before the girl could react. Before Makoto could realise
she was free she wasn't anymore having been tightly wrapped in a bedsheet
which covered her from ankles to shoulders. Haruka had transformed briefly to
assist as, using her previously unused roll of duct tape, Michiru had wound
tape around and around over the bedsheet. When she was done thanks to the
undisturbed headwrapping Makoto looked a lot like a mummy except for her bare
feet and the bare patch from her shoulders to neck. After a brief pause to
tickle Makoto's exposed soles the pair had shifted back to their human selves
and enjoyed one another. They were enjoying the afterglow when Makoto's
shoulders slumped.
Makoto felt the change in their living pillow.
"Is something wrong?"
Michiru felt for the pulse in Makoto's neck and shook her head in relief.
"Her pulse is still strong, she'd just passed out. Probably from a
combination of the tension, lack of sleep and heat build up in her cocoon.
Not to mention exhaustion from the paces we put her through."
"Ah!" After a pause Haruka added, "I think she was enjoying it after the
first hour."
"Mmmmm ...." Michiru was a bit more noncommital. "Involuntarily induced
or not, pleasure is pleasure. So it's a little hard to tell from tonight if
she'd really got a taste for this."
Haruka pointed to the window. "Speaking of night it's actually going to
be dawn before too long. What are we going to do with her?"
Michiru pondered then said, "Since we always make the bed before we leave
we'll have to put her out of the way. We can tape her to the ironing board
then lean her in the closet until after school then come home and have some
more fun."
"Uh ...."
Michiru chuckled and cuddled harder. "I'm joking. She's not ours, we
just borrowed her for the night." She let go of Haruka and slid to the edge
of the bed. "I'll change back to Neptune, slip into my disguise and take her
home. Once I get her back to her apartment I'll unwrap her, clean her up and
pop her into bed using a whiff of ether if she starts waking up. Then I'll
slip back here and we'll wait and see what stories she tells about tonight."
"You really think she'll think it was all a dream?"
"That would simplify things and she might buy it. Stranger things have
happened."
Haruka chuckled, "I'd have to agree with that. I'll give you a hand."
Michiru shook her head.
"Your costume is far to distinctive."
"So I'll wear the vinyl outfit you got for me."
"First you have to ditch your Uranus costume and they take ages to
remove.
"But it'll come off faster with two of us working on it."
Michiru started to object again but saw the stubborness in Haruka's
eyes. She knew her too well to object again.
"We'd better get started before it's too bright out."
Haruka nodded, "Let's get busy, Uranus Planet Power, Make Up."
"Neptune Planet, Power Make Up."
Unaware of what she was missing Makoto slumbered on in the grip of one
nightmare after another.
The howl of the clock radio snapped Makoto awake. With a shriek she
lashed out and knocked it off the nightstand. It bounced off the floor then
came to rest still blaring out the morning's music. Makoto's panic faded to
confusion as she realised she was in her bedroom, sitting up in bed looking
for an enemy that wasn't there. She looked down at herself to see she was
wearing her emerald green nightie and felt the first throbs of pain from the
hand that had punched the radio. It wasn't alone, every fiber of her boby
either ached or felt tender but those pains weren't as fresh.
Her heart rate dropped back to a more normal rate. She wasn't scared any
more but puzzled was an understatement. Had it all been a dream? Nightmare,
she corrected herself. A dream was something you desired and there was no way
she wanted to be helpless and used like that. Any pleasure had been purely
involuntarily. No question about it. Even when ... she shook off the memory.
It had all been horrible and degrading and she would slap herself if she ever
thought otherwise.
She padded over to the front door trying not to wince. The lock was
intact. No sign that it had been forced open by an intruder. She frowned. A
nightmare would make more sense than being abducted for a night then cleaned
up and returned safe if sore to awaken in her own bed but that didn't explain
why she would feel so rotten after a good night's sleep. Some sort of
holdover from having her heart crystal yanked perhaps? Rei had been looking
down lately and only mentioned unspecified bad dreams when asked why she
looked so pale. Maybe she should have a word with Ami and see if she had
suffered any side-effects.
Whatever the answer to this mystery Makoto decided she needed a morning
pick me up. She concentrated and the wand appeared in her hand. She raised
it and was about to speak then she hesitated and subvocalised the
transformation phrase over and over while focusing on willing the change.
Nothing happened.
Almost whispering she intoned, "Jupiter Planet Power, Make Up!"
The change was immediate and she felt herself energised. Sailor Jupiter
flexed feeling none of the aches that had afflicted her as Makoto. A few
minutes in this form and she'd be good as new when she shifted back.
She studied her reflection in the mirror and shrugged. Dream or not it
seemed definite they couldn't change without actually saying their particular
phrase. She'd pass that on to the others soon as she saw them. If they
asked how she'd found out she'd say ... she'd say she'd been watching some
magical girl anime and got to wondering if they always needed to say those
same lines over and over. So she had experimented and found out that while
the girls on TV might not the Sailor Senshi definitely did.
That seemed long enough. Makoto willed the change to reverse and headed
into the bathroom feeling a lot more human.
She was fresh out of the shower and on the verge of putting on her school
uniform when the phone rang. Who could it be this early? Probably Usagi
calling to say because she'd failed another test her mother hadn't made her a
lunch so could Makoto pretty please bing an extra bento box. Or Ami calling
to remind her of some test she had totally forgetten so she could do enough
last minute cramming to pass. Or it could be Minako calling because ... well
with Minako there was no way to predict what she'd want.
"Kino residence, hello?"
There was no answer. Had the caller hung up?
"Hello, Makoto Kino speaking. Is anyone there?"
Nothing.
Makoto shrugged, another mystery. This day was off to one hell of a start.
She was beginning to lower the phone when a voice whispered, "We must do this
again someday!"
Makoto froze then bellowed into the phone, "WHO IS THIS?!"
Dead air. Had she imagined it?
"I SAID WHO'S THERE? ANSWER ME, DAMN YOU!"
The silence mocked her and she slammed the phone down hard enough the
crack the plastic casing. Trembling with fury she stalked to her bedroom
swearing curses that would have shocked her friends. From now on anyone who
even looked at her funny was getting pulverised, no matter how much they
reminded her of her sempai. She didn't feel any sort of thrill. Not the
merest hint. Anyone who said otherwise was going to suffer.
Michiru put her phone down a lot more gently and looked into Haruka's
disapproving glare.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist."
"Just wonderful. All that trouble sneaking her back into her apartment
and cleaning her up in hopes she'd figure she imagined it all and you blow it
in a few seconds! You just don't know when to quit."
"I'm sorry." Michiru sounded the very soul of contrition.
"You should be!" Haruka kept glaring, "Now you've made her a promise
that we'll have to keep it."
Michiru's apologetic expression dissolved into giggles. Haruka held her
mock sternness a moment more then joined her partner. At length the laughter
stopped and both wiped their eyes. Becoming truly serious Haruka said, "We
really can't make a habit of this."
Michiru nodded, "Just when the pressure's built enough that we absolutely
need our downtime." Then smiled and added, "After all most of the time I
should be more than enough for you."
Haruka kissed her. "You are but that phonecall was still over the line.
Right now we need to get to school but after we're done with classes and the
day's daimon hunting I will punish you!"
Michiru stuck out her tongue .
"We'll see about that, won't we?"
With that she fled the apartment followed by Haruka in a none too
serious pursuit. Both with hearts lighter than they'd been in weeks ready to
face school, whatever monsters the day brought and if necessary Armaggedon
itself.
So if there's a moral to this story it's that even the strongest among
us need a little downtime now and again to keep their heads screwed on right.
Either that or remember it's the quiet ones you have to watch.
The End
(for now)
Afterword
That concludes "Downtime" my first hentai fanfiction. Send comments or
criticisms to Grimbor@hotmail.com
You may be pleased or disgusted to learn I've got a sequel in mind.
Obviously this story happened early in S while Kaolinite was still the
Deathbusters main gun. What's going to happen a few months later after
Eudial's efforts to zap Minako reveal to Haruka and Michiru that Makoto is
Sailor Jupiter?
Well some of you may have been disappointed that it was Makoto in a bind
rather than Jupiter and Haruka and Michiru would agree with you but there are
problems in restraining a Senshi. Venus's "Love Me Chain" is the only power
geared to along those lines and she's not going to cooperate which means
there are practical difficulties. Stick Jupiter in a straitjacket and if she
can't break free with superhuman strength she can still fry you with
lightning.
Maybe.
Actually if the Sailors actually need to do those attack poses is one of
the many contradictions in the anime. In the penultimate episode of the
original series Jupiter does a kamikaze "Supreme Thunder" attack that takes
out two of the DD girls despite being wrapped in their tentacles and unable
to move.
Yet during the subsequent Ali & Ann arc of Sailor Moon R Makoto is tied
up by a Cardian while she's doing the crossed arms posture of her "Supreme
Thunder" pose. Unable to complete the movements she can't launch her attack.
So can she attack with her arms tied? Hard to say but it would be
prudent to err on the side of caution and assume a Senshi in bondage is still
very, very dangerous.
Of course if Sailor Pluto shows up with a few toys from the far future
where they've had practical experience in developing technologies to
restrain whacked out paranormals well that's a whole new ballgame.
Bondage, betrayal, droids, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto and Crystal
Tokyo will all collide in "Futureshock!" Watch for it.
But that's not going to be ready for awhile. My next SM fanfic will be
titled "Blonde Ambition" and feature a crossover between a Franco Saudelli
character and all the Sailors. It shoulf be a lot mor fun and lighthearted
than this piece. Until then take it easy.
Grimbor