Author: Shadow
Disclaimer: I, K.P. Phelps, here by state for future reference that I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its characters. I do own a few DVDs, Videos and manga but nothing more.
Summary: It started out like a bad dream, but soon she found herself screaming for salvation she was in the middle of genocide on the entire human race.
Ok...up until now, I tried not to include what was running through my mind...but! I decided what the hey. Especially since I received a review from a reader, they said that I lacked the whole physical persona from my characters. I want to thank you. I love receiving comments. They really help move the story along.
05 – February - 2007
Saints of Satan
Chapter Thirteen
Serena knew how bad her situation was, and yet she wanted to laugh. As she stood in front of the full length mirror in a short, skin tight white leather tube dress, Andrew stood behind her, doing her hair, right after he had gotten done expertly applying her makeup.
She watched as he pulled one hair bob off of the cuff of his leather trench coat and shoved it up into her hair, holding up the curls. Her hair was held up in a bun at the back of her head with curls hanging loose from it to just past her shoulders, and she smiled, knowing that this is the closest to a prom hair-do that she'd ever get.
When he stepped back and pronounced that he was done she turned from side to side to see what he had done. She turned and looked at him smiling. "Thank you Andrew for being such a good friend to me. I know you shouldn't have. But you did and that's what counts in the end."
Andrew bowed his head like he was embarrassed but she really couldn't tell past the paintball mask.
The man she had met named Czar had presided over her marriage to Darien. It wasn't very long just long enough for the men to stare at her body hugged tight in the leather and hate Darien for getting that body before they could.
After the ceremony everyone gathered together in the mess hall, appropriately named, to get wasted.
Darien decided to let Serena miss that part of the normal ceremony and immediately took her back to their room.
"It isn't a legal binding marriage." Darien explained as he locked the door. "Just binding enough in within our group to mean hands off or I'll rip off your testicles…" he looked at the smile on Serena's face and smirked "no joke. I've seen it done when one of the men tried to rape another mans "wife". The husband ripped the man's testicles off through his leather pants."
Serena just smiled as she stared her new "husband" over. He was wearing the tight leather pants that she loved to see him in, and the belts criss-crossing up his chest, singular belts hugging his arms from wrist to shoulder.
She reached behind her and pulled down the zipper on the back of the dress letting it fall to floor leaving her wearing on a white garter belt holding up her white fishnet stocking that disappeared into the white high heeled hooker boots.
Darien swallowed hard as he watched her crawl into bed, spreading her legs, eagerly awaiting him.
He quickly pulled off his boots tossing them to the side groaning as he watched the innocent Serena he'd always known turn into his eager bed mate, touching herself and playing with herself warming herself up.
He quickly pulled his leather pants off becoming too impatient to deal with the belts. He crawled over her, the cool metal touching her skin.
As she lightly shivered from the cool metal Darien parted her legs and held her wrists above her head as he rammed himself into her. She cried out loudly, moaning wantonly with each violent thrust.
Over the past couple weeks they had learned what had turned each other on the most, and Serena had learned what exactly she liked over the normal gentle sex she had experienced before.
Darien rode above Serena, bringing her over and over again as the night progressed and the loud, drunken party grew even louder and violent.
Amy gasped loudly as she stared at the picture on her laptop screen as they sat around in Elizabeth's bedroom. The girls gathered around to see what had surprised Amy so much.
There on the computer screen was a picture of Hell's Army, torching things and running over animals and killing people. A photographer, who had "mysteriously" died a week after the picture had been printed, had taken it.
But the real shock was two of the riders. "Shit!" Lita yelled as she fell back.
The first was a man with a bare chest and blonde hair falling over his eyes, his face being hidden by a paintball mask. But the bike was a black Harley Davidson with a picture of a naked pin up model on the gas tank.
The second was a man, covered neck to waist in belts, a black bandanna across his lower face, his black shaggy hair falling into dark eyes. He was sitting an a black and red racing trick bike with a rose on the gas tank, petals slowly falling and fading the lower they got on the thick body of the bike. The man was holding a chain that was wrapped around a man's neck, dragging him on the ground behind the bike as he did a wheelie over a Dalmatian.
"Those are Darien and Andrew's bikes!" Mina cried out covering her face.
"They're apart of Hell's Army!" Rei whimpered feeling like she was going to turn red.
Amy swallowed hard "then they have Serena…but we can't approach them about what we know. We'd just die like the man who had taken this picture…we need to go to the police. We'll have the police compare the bikes as we run around tomorrow looking for clues on where Serena is located."
The others nodded in agreement, all of the angry at themselves for trusting the lying duo.