This Chapter also has a 'M' version under 'Sailor Moon: D - The 'M' Version Chapters' .
WARNING: The 'M' version contains more adult content and it is suitable for Mature Readers only!
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SAILOR MOON: DEVASTATION
CHAPTER ELEVEN
By Doctor-T
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Meanwhile, at the Fashion-Health Massage Club on Hanamichi-dori Avenue in Kabukicho District, things were happening fast. One of the establishment manager's favored customers – whom also happened to be a personal friend of his – had come in after a night out on the town, looking for a bit of action. And since his important customer was also single, the manager had decided to give his friend a real treat…
"She's just down this way," the manager told his friend as they and a guard walked down a small, concealed corridor in a restricted part of the building. "In this room, here." He flipped open the sliding one way mirror cover on the sturdy door and stepped back to let his prospective client have a look at the young, blonde girl in the soundproof room beyond.
"Well? What do you think?"
"Wow! She's not bad at all, is she…? When did she arrive here?"
"Only an hour or so ago. And you can be her very first customer, if you've a mind to be?"
"Yeah? Sounds good! So what's her name?"
"Dunno. Maybe she'll tell you, she didn't say a word to me when she got brought here." He turned to the guard. "Hey, Kawasaki-san, did she mention her name to you at all?"
"I saw her when she arrived," the guard answered. "And she didn't even give me a squeak. But, boy, is she hot…!"
"Maybe, if you've got the yen, she'll want to have a test ride on you as well, Kawasaki?" the manager quipped, unable to keep a straight face at his own pun. "Take her out for a spin?"
"Oh, Hardee-har!" the other gangster growled back to his smug employer. "You know damned well that I'd never be able to afford your fee for her. It's forty thousand yen for every half hour. Only the rich clients who come here can afford anything like that."
"Rich clients like you," the manager emphasized to the third man, who was still peering through the one-way mirror in the doorway with intense interest. "So what do you say? Remember, she is totally new, she only arrived an hour ago."
The prospective customer broke into a grin. "Oh, why not? She's not the worst girl I would have ever had in here, not by a long shot." He stared at the slender waisted, incredibly long-legged young blonde girl with the downcast eyes for a moment more, let out a wolf-whistle of admiration, then added, "And for once, you won't need to put her services on my monthly tab. In fact, after I've had my pleasure with her, I suspect that I'll be in such a good mood that I'll be paying you off my full tab right then and there!"
Grinning, the owner unlocked the soundproof door of the small room and swung it wide open for his customer. "Enjoy!"
As she saw the stranger enter, Usagi's head jerked up and her expressive, long-lashed blue eyes widened in sudden fear. She fell backwards against the far wall, slid to the floor, then scurried backwards on her rump to the furtherest corner of the small room, to cower there, hugging herself into a ball, legs splayed in terror.
"Please, Sir, please don't hurt me?" Usagi begged, tears beginning to stream from those huge, pleading, blue eyes. "I'm scared! Oh, someone please help me!"
"For goodness sake, child, I'm not here to do that," the stranger told her, a trace of compassion evident in his voice as he eyed her up and down. "Hurt you, I mean. So what's your name, girl?"
"U-Usagi, Sir," she sobbed, her wary eyes never leaving his face. "My friends call me Bunny."
"Well, Konnichi wa, Bunny-chan. My name is – well, you don't really need to know that. Just keep calling me 'Sir' if you so wish."
"Yeh-yes, Sir…!"
"Good girl. Now, do you mind if I take a seat?"
"Huh? N-no…!"
"Please, Sir?"
"What is it, Bunny?"
"Why…why are you here? What are you going to do to me?"
"Well, you're going to find that out in a minute. I'm no saint, I admit that I have one major character fault," the stranger admitted to her as he sat down on the room's solitary chair. "I like young schoolgirls. Not too young, mind you – I am no child abuser or anything like that. Girls about your age I like the best. So I have hired your services for the next half an hour."
At his words, Usagi let out another hopeless whimper of terror and she buried her face in her trembling arms, her tears flowing freely again.
"Now, now, don't be like that! Tell me, just how old are you, Bunny-chan? Fifteen? Sixteen?"
"I'm only fifteen, Sir," Usagi answered warily through her sobs. "I'm just about to finish Juuban Middle School."
The stranger sighed. "That's all right, then – for me at least. I know that the official age of consent for 'Enjo kosai' here in Juuban is eighteen, but that law has never been enforced ever. And, after all, the national age of consent in Japan is thirteen, but I wouldn't take anyone younger than you are, fifteen is about my limit." He stopped talking and stared at Usagi as she began to cry again. "You're not here by your own free will, are you? Something happened to you?"
"No, Sir, I'm not a 'Enko' subsidised dating girl working here for money or jewellery," Usagi replied in a broken voice. "I was grabbed in an alley, hurt, then kidnapped from my home and taken here for men to – play with and abuse…! I'm so scared! I don't want to do this, I just want to go home!"
"I – sympathize with you, I really do. But I'm afraid that what you want is just not possible. Bunny-chan, if what you are telling me is true, then you were brought here by the yakuza for a purpose – to make money for your new owners. There is no way that they are just going to let you go."
Usagi looked at the man again, her swimming eyes taking in more details this time. Her customer was fairly young to be frequenting an establishment such as this – he couldn't have been more than twenty years old. He looked to be about Five foot Eight inches tall, with dark hair, wide shoulders and an athletic build. He wasn't bad looking either. At any other time, and if she hadn't already had her dear boyfriend, Mamo-kun, she might have been interested in a guy such as this, but now, under these circumstances…!
"So you are only here to use me and abuse me, too? How could you be so cruel? What possible satisfaction could you possibly get by seeing me in pain?"
What indeed? He thought to himself. So now I know for sure. She doesn't want to be here, doesn't belong here, and this life will probably end up killing her. Poor kid! Should I help her? Damn it, I already know that I will…!
"Look, Bunny-chan. Before we go any further, there's something that you need to know. Do you see that object on the ceiling over there? That's a camera. This room is being monitored visually for probably twenty-four hours a day. There is no audio feed, so the watcher can't hear what is being said in this room – that is a concession to their important customers privacy – but then again, they don't need to hear, only observe."
"Oh-okay…! But why are they spying on me?" Usagi asked, her curiosity coming to the fore at his sudden change of subject. "I'm trapped in here, there's nothing I can do…"
"Two reasons. The first is to make sure that you don't harm yourself. The second is for them to make sure that you are serving your paying customers properly - and that you don't cost them any money."
"Cost them any money?" Her brow furrowed in puzzlement. "But how could I do that?"
He sighed. "Bunny-chan, the customers are going to be coming in here for only one reason, and that is for you. Then they pay their fee to the business on the way out. That is the sole reason for you being here, to make the owners money."
Usagi began to cry again. "So that is all I am to them, a slave?" she sobbed quietly.
"Yes. Now if you refuse your customers and kick up a fuss, the customers will be unhappy, and that will make the owners very unhappy. They probably won't beat you or anything like that – they won't want to damage your looks, you see – but they will starve you of food and drink until you finally come around to their way of thinking. They may even use an electrical device on you that won't leave any marks. They'll break you, Bunny-chan – and I don't want to see that happen."
"Now, this is going to seem very cruel to you, but you are going to have to have sex with me in this room, whether you want to or not, for the following very good reason. Because it would be very suspicious if I was to leave here without doing to you what I am paying them for – not without a very, very good reason. And the people behind this establishment have a very swift, painful and permanent way of dealing with people who arouse their suspicions."
"I…see," Usagi murmured, shivering at the thought. "Oh, Kami-sama! I've got to do it with you…! I have no choice!"
"Exactly. You never did. Even the fact that I am an acquaintance of the manager might not save you – or me, for that matter - if he thinks that we are planning something not to their benefit."
"Oh, please, please, Sir," Usagi begged. "But can you help me? If I do what you want, can you get me out of here, or at least tell my friends where I am so that they can rescue me?"
"Okay, Bunny-chan, it's a deal. Give yourself to me willingly and I'll do what I can. Have you got a name and a number of a family member or friend that I can contact to tell them where you are?"
"Hikawa Shrine," she gasped out, knowing that all of her friends were most likely to be there, and even if they weren't, Yuichiro or Grandpa would be. "Ask for Rei-chan, but if she's not there, just tell the person who answers the phone, okay? Can you remember this number?" Usagi repeated it to him several times, just to make sure that he remembered it properly.
"Okay, okay, I got it! I have an excellent memory."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"All right, but now it's time for you to fulfil your part of the deal. I'm running out of my paid time in here. Stand up, Bunny-chan, and let me have a good look at you." He grinned wryly, and added, "Even though its somewhat of a blow to my manly ego, I'm sure that you'll want to get this over with as fast as possible?"
Nodding unhappily, Usagi did as she was told. Even though she scarcely knew him, Usagi could somehow sense that she could trust her seemingly kindly customer. And he was right; it would look very suspicious to the owner if he were to just leave the room after only talking to her, without even satisfying his manly urges after paying for her body. Usagi had no doubts at all that one of her captors would be monitoring the images from the tiny video camera mounted on the ceiling and that any suspicious behaviour from either of them would be immediately reported to the owner.
No, I had to go through with it – I have no choice…!
Trembling with nervousness, Usagi rose up unsteadily to her feet, then slipped out of her white robe, letting it drop unheeded to the wooden floor at her side, leaving her standing there, her cheeks crimson with shame, before the approving gaze of her buyer.
"Nice," he remarked appreciatively, beads of sweat beginning to form on his brow in anticipation of his pleasure to come. "Very nice! All right, Bunny-chan, give me a slow twirl, then hop on the bed again – pun not intended - and – well, you know what to do…"
Once again, Usagi did as she was requested. Then she knelt down on the futon and rested her head, facing the wall, on the soft pillow.
"Oh, please, please, kind sir, be gentle with me? It – if you force too hard, it hurts me…!"
"Don't worry," he assured her, divesting himself of his lower clothing as he spoke. "I'll be gentle with you – I have no desire to cause you any needless suffering." He hesitated for a moment, and then added, "As much as I'm looking forward to having you, are you sure that you can go through with this? Maybe there's another way I can help-?"
"Yes," Usagi gasped out, even though she had never felt more like yelling out the word 'no!' in her entire life. "You were right, this is the only way that they will believe you are only here for my body. And you're a whole heap younger and better looking than the abusive bastard who captured me. If I have to do it with anyone in here, I want it to be with you!" She took a deep breath, steeled her faltering courage, and then added, "I'm – I'm ready! Please…just do it!"
"Very well. And, Bunny-chan, I'm sorry…"
True to his word he was gentle – far gentler than her original cruel abuser had been. In fact, there had been no comparison. Usagi just knelt there, teary eyes squeezed tightly shut, the occasional tiny gasp escaping her mouth, until it was over and done with.
"Well, Bunny-chan?" The man asked her as he wrapped one of the towels around his narrow waist and headed in the direction of the waiting shower. "How did it feel? I don't expect you to have liked it, but I tried to be as gentle as I could, considering that you are incredibly sexy. I shouldn't have caused you much physical pain, if any."
"It – it wasn't too bad," Usagi admitted, rolling hurriedly over onto her back, then grabbing her discarded dressing gown up from the floor to cover her body. She stared up at her customer as he turned on the shower rose, before turning back to face her. "I hardly felt a thing and it wasn't painful at all…!"
Actually, Usagi was only just realising in wonder that her reluctant experience with her visitor had been… well, almost enjoyable. She had felt like that only one single time before – if her time with Minako-chan wasn't counted, of course…! That very first happy, loving occasion had been when she had freely and joyfully given herself to her dear Mamo-kun on that night of absolute pleasure after their defeat of Queen Beryl and the Dark Kingdom. None of her friends knew anything at all about this – not even Luna. They all thought that she had been still a virgin. Usagi's eyes widened as she realized with a shock that if her just concluded experience with this man had gone on for even a little longer, like it had with Mamoru-kun - and Minako-chan - she might have even-! At that thought, her cheeks turned pink again and she averted her eyes hurriedly from his face!
"I'm pleased to hear that. Hey, do you want to use the shower first? A nice hot shower will do you a world of good right now."
At his kind words, Usagi inexplicably burst into hot, salty tears. Instantly the man was at her side, concern clearly showing on his face.
"I'm…I'm sorry," Usagi sniffed, as he cradled her head in his arms. Without realizing it, her own slender arms had crept up around his back and she was hugging him tight. "It's just that you are the first man to show me any kindness - any kindness at all! - since they kidnapped me from my own bedroom in my house! I miss my family, my friends – my dear love, Mamo-kun…! Oh, please, please say you'll save me from this horrible place? Please!"
"Don't worry, Bunny-chan," the man promised grimly. "I'm going to find a way to get you out of here, I promise! But until then, you must be strong. Don't lose faith in yourself or your friends. And do what you have to, to survive, until they can free you. I want you to promise me this, Bunny-chan, promise me now."
"I promise," Usagi whispered up to him, drying her tears on her sleeve. "I'll do as you say."
"Good. Now I'm going to have my shower and then get going, unless you want to have yours first?"
"Thank you, but you go first. The sooner you can get out of this horrible, horrible place, the sooner I can be free…!"
"Okay." He smiled reassuringly down at her. "I'm sure that you will make it safely through this unpleasant time in your life. You have a hidden strength about you, I can sense it."
"Not really," Usagi sniffed. "I'm a cry-baby, often clumsy, and I'm not very strong, but I know that I have to try to hold it together for my own sake. And if I don't manage to escape from here, please come back and visit me, often…?"
"You bet."
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"Hey, you guys!" 'Cream Man' suddenly announced to the men clustered around the car that he had ready to drive at a moments notice, once the other searchers had gotten word back to him that they had finally succeeded in cornering the elusive Sailor V. "All right, everybody, gather around!"
"I've just got a message from Shateigashira Fujimori-sama," the enforcer continued, once he was sure that he had everybody's undivided attention, waving Naoto-san's radio at the motley crew for emphasis.
"Should we applaud, now?" Tsuneo Oono asked him sarcastically, leaning back against the car and lighting up his cigarette.
"Put a sock in it, Tsuneo-san! What I'm trying to say is that the boss got a tip-off earlier tonight from someone who claims that Minako is attempting to get back to the Hikawa Shrine in Juuban. Apparently, she's got some friends there who're helping her, too. Shateigashira Fujimori-sama is still steamed at the loss of his fancy old sports car, and since we still haven't managed to corner damn Minako-Sailor V yet and take her down, he's ordered us to go straight to the Hikawa Shrine and level it to the ground instead! If Minako is there, he still wants her to be taken alive and delivered to Kabukicho, any other girls at the place are to be taken back to the 'Happy Hour' for interrogation. We're to get rid of anyone else there at the shrine, permanently!"
"Sounds good to me?" 'Nampa' replied, over the excited rumble of conversation that had sprung up at 'Cream Man's' declaration, an evil grin crossing his face. "But doesn't old Fujimori-sama know that Minako is Sailor V? She'll be quite a handful to take alive?"
"Yeah, he does now," his friend confirmed, as he grabbed a 'Winchester Defender' eight-shot, pump action riot shotgun out of the trunk of his car. "But with this pacifier at close range, she'll either have to give it up, or go down! And if she's as smart as I think she is, it'll be 'Option A'."
"You figure that when she's confronted with twenty men armed with rifles and shotguns, she'll just give up, rather than risk a gun battle that'll only get her and all of her friends killed?" 'Nampa' queried his friend.
"Yeah, that's right, pal. Okay, everyone go tool up with the heavy stuff out of the trunks of the cars. We're gonna roll out of here in ten minutes!"
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"Well?" The manager grinned as his important customer entered his lavish office. "Here, pull up a seat. So how was she?"
"Excellent. Most excellent. Terrified at first, but she ended up putting out easily enough in the end. In fact, I sensed that she subconsciously even kind of enjoyed it."
"Good, we wouldn't want you to go away unsatisfied with our service here. You never can tell with these new, untried girls, some of them can be a real handful at first until they become used to what they're here for." Reaching down into a drawer on his desk, the manager produced a half full bottle of Bourbon and a pair of clean glasses. "Would you like a celebratory drink since you were the first customer of ours to have her? Congratulations! You were number one."
"Actually, I don't mind if I do. Fill her up."
"Would you like Coke with that?"
"Three fingers, thanks."
After waiting until their glasses had been filled and they both had sipped appreciatively at their drinks, the customer leant back on his padded chair and asked, "So where did you get Bunny from? It was pretty obvious that she didn't just walk in here looking to make a little bit of extra money servicing rich clients like me."
"Juuban, I think. As you know, our chain of Fashion-Health Clubs is affiliated with the Black Cap Yakuza, and it was some of them who brought her in earlier tonight. She's a real prize catch, as you saw, that's why we locked her away into one of the high security, secret rooms out back. Only the very few of our really rich, important clients whom can keep their mouths tightly shut are going to have the pleasure of her services, so consider yourself up there with the elite. And she's going to make my Club a real pile of money over her working life, you better believe!"
"That's good to know – on both those counts. But what you should know is that she was absolutely terrified when she first saw me. It took me a while to calm her down and convince her that I wasn't going to hurt her." After taking a deep draft from his glass, he continued. "She also told me that she had been abused in an alley, and then kidnapped from her own bedroom…?"
"I don't like the way that some of the gang treat the girls that they catch," the manager admitted, frowning as he leant forward to top up his customer's glass. "Especially crazies like 'Cream Man' and his cronies. Crying, screaming teenage girls with fearful minds are no good to us; the customers prefer those schoolgirls who have a bit of spirit and can hold it together. Besides, most of the mentally damaged goods either hang themselves or go insane before too long, so not only do we lose out on their profits, but it also costs us further good money to replace them."
The customer hid his true feelings about that comment with an effort as he drained the remainder of liquid in his glass with a single gulp. "Well, it's been real fun, but I've got to hit the road. It's almost two o'clock in the morning now and I've got to get up to go to work at eight."
"Too bad." The manager gulped down his own drink and then leant forward to shake hands with his customer as they both rose to their feet. "We hope to have the pleasure of your custom back here again, real soon."
"I'll definitely be back within the week. I must confess I'm already looking forward to seeing that new girl, Usagi, again. Here, before I forget, I'll pay you for her services and the rest of my tab right now. Do you take Visa in here? I never leave home without it."
"It's accepted in over one hundred and fifty different countries, don't you know?" the manager laughed back. "Here's your bill."
