I hope you enjoyed the prologue enough to want to read this first chapter,
well, obviously you did, otherwise you probably wouldn't be on this page,
reading this, would you? O.o Anyways, this first chapter is going to be the
beginning, and so the swearing and sexual content should start in this
chapter. I hope you understand this warning. Oh by the way, thank you to
all of those who sent reviews to my last and first fanfic, Childhood
Playmates. That really inspired me to write another fanfic. And also to
those who asked and pleaded with me to write a sequel to CP, I'm
considering it, although I don't know what would go on it. But anyways,
I'll put my brain to it, okays? ^.^
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailormoon. The talented Naoko Takeuchi does and I would like to thank her for creating such a wonderful anime. It inspires us all.
Summary: Whips and Chains is simply about Mamoru Chiba, the head slaver of a major slave incorporation. He is handed over a beautiful pleasure slave brought in at the age of 14, Usagi Tsukino. He becomes quite attached to her and begins treating her as if she was an ordinary wealthy woman. And even though Mamoru is the boss of Slavers Inc., there always seems to be a kink in his plans, starting with the incredibly handsome Diamond, another slave who has his sights set on Usagi, and maybe a little more than sights..
Rated: R for sexual situations, coarse language, and a bit of violence.
Whips and Chains
Chapter 1
A soft knock was heard from the hallways of the large, yet cramped and dirty building. The iron doors slowly opened, seeking light from the outdoors. Even some of its black air seeped out to release more darkness into the world.
The young woman walked inside. In front of her lay the dark trail of mystery, in which she knew she would soon travel. To her left lay a vacant clerk desk. And to her right, a plaque of dusty gold read "Slavers Inc." in bold print. Usagi sighed, knowing she was in the right place after all. The place seemed so old and tarnished. The appearance gave it the look of an old warehouse with just a bit of interior replacement. The floors were cement gray and cold under her bare feet, and its smell was of musty rooms and sweaty sex; Usagi's future. Ever since that damn idiot of a father fucked her and sent her off to a hospital with a pregnant womb, all she ever had in store for her was another bout of hot sex and cries of pain and disgust. To fortunate circumstances, Usagi had a miscarriage and wasn't burdened with the detestable choice of either having her father's child or paying the expensive fee of performing an abortion. From this point on, Usagi decided that she could just hate her life forever.
Suddenly, fingers began to press against her shoulders, pressuring her to turn her whole body around to face whomever was touching her. She jumped, then subjected to the horrible pain drilling into her arms. Turning around, she caught the scent of a man. Rough, hard, sexy, and damn right delicious. Then, she caught sight of his eyes.
Bright blue but with hidden mystery, that's exactly what they showed her. From first impression, this man was impossibly gorgeous. He had dark hair, ravenous and wild and spiked a bit on the top. It sneaked slightly around his ears and just below his neckline. His face showed definent signs of fatigue, but oh how lively it seemed.
"Welcome to Slavers Inc. Miss Tsukino, I take it? Your foster father just called about you. He was hoping that you would already be settled in by now, but I guess not." His voice was deep with rich huskiness. Usagi got the sudden urge to plunger herself inside of his throat to reach that lovely voice box of his. "My, my, we should really get you cleaned up." He examined her with those amazing eyes of his. She had long, flowing hair the color of an elegant gold. She too had eyes of ocean blue, but hers had more past than mystery. He could tell she had been hurt in her life, and now that she was in his hands, he was determined to not let anything happen to her. Oh yes, he had heard of her scumbag of a father and what he was charged with when he was sentenced to life in prison, but had it really been this horrible? Mamoru began to look past the sadness and smiled at her faintly. Those thin rags of hers were left hanging down from her small line of cleavage to the ground below. They were torn, tattered, patched, and frayed, but to Mamoru, Usagi made them look like a gown that a queen would wear. She had a pencil thin torso with handlebar hips. Her legs were long, but not too long that they would cause damage to a lover. Her skin seemed an almost pale peach color, although signs of cigarette burns were visible just below her earlobes. Her neck looked succulent like her skin and Mamoru envisioned that her breasts could become endless once set free from their torn and ragged white bra of a cage. All in all, she was breath taking.
A faint blush appeared upon her pale cheeks. She could feel his gaze upon her body. She felt uncomfortable, insecure, and afraid. What if this man was just like all of the others in her life? All fuckers with dicks that couldn't be contained inside of their pants? No, for some reason, Usagi told herself no. This man wouldn't be like her past and present fathers. He was the type to take care of his women. Hopefully, he would take care of Usagi.
He offered her his hand. "Come on, Usagi. Let us go freshen you up." He smiled with sincerity and for once, Usagi took a man's hand without hesitating. It just seemed so right. Her hand fit perfectly in his while they walked upstairs to his office suite. Inside, Usagi felt she could just die in awe.
Two black, plush recliners sat beside one another, slightly tilted towards the large cedar desk in front of the large, spacious window that resembled a wall with just a bit more detail than usual. There were papers on the desk, but they could've been a million male models and Usagi wouldn't have given them a second glance. She was way too fascinated at the suite. A bedroom lay beyond the office walls, but a small doorway allowed passage through the two rooms. Inside the room, Usagi could make out a vase of red roses atop an oak bedside table. And beside that table was the bed. Queen size and comfortable it appeared, but how many women had actually been under those sheets? While Usagi calculated, Mamoru coughed for her attention. When she finally looked up to him, she could instantly spot his growing annoyance.
"I- I'm sorry." She tilted her head down to stare at the ground, trying hard to hide her guilt. Then, she felt a hand push up gently on her chin. "It's alright. Now, I want you to go take a shower and get prepared for dinner. Here at Slavers Inc., we appreciate a lady at dinner when she's fully clothed and when she smells like anything besides the gutter." Before she could object or thank, he pushed her into his bedroom and right into the bathroom. "The towels are in the cabinet above the sink. When you have finished washing up, come out to the bedroom to get dressed." And with those last words, he grabbed the doorknob and slammed it in his own face.
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Without force, Usagi easily pulled off her rags, one by one. To Usagi, they seemed to be just a pool of old memories as they lay around her feet. Her foster parents had given them to her when she first entered there home and since then, she was considered a house maid and a slave to the inner turmoils of whatever disgusting and vile thing that came to the human mind. Her biological father was no more a parent to her than her dead mother. Burdened with her daughter's frustrating labor, Lilith Tsukino gave birth to a tiny little girl, but in the end, she died on the hospital bed, her womb bleeding from the inside out and a little baby girl still curled up in her arms. Then, Usagi was handed over to her father. He had been contacted only shortly before when he had heard that his former girlfriend was in distress and had needed encouragement and love from the father of her child. Of course, Lilith knew that she would not get such luxuries from a man like Ray Tsukino. He was the type to have the usual one night stand and wake up early in a trailer to return to his own piece of garbage home in the dumps of Tokyo. But when Ray looked down at his child, he saw an open opportunity.
Once Usagi had grown into a full and beautiful ten-year-old, Ray could tell that now was the time to begin the unblossoming. He found just how to sneak into her room at night and hide inside her covers with her and beg and pinch and prod until she finally gave in. He took her virginity at the young age of 10, and Usagi still hadn't forgiven him for it. Once the social workers had heard a tip from a local neighbor that sexual intercourse with a minor was going on in the trailer down the street, the police were there to investigate and become Usagi's newest heroes. They took her out of her trashy home, but immediately sent her to a foster home even before her father had been convicted and jailed. Then, she met the Stergons.
Thomas and Diane Stergon were known for their kindness towards those who sought out help. They had at least five foster children, and their reputation for taking in abused kids helped them in every possible social way. But when Usagi became their sixth foster children, she found out that the Stergons weren't what they seemed. Every time they went out in public, they wore a façade of happiness and a love for all humanity. And once Thomas walked through that door every evening after work, the façade would wear off. He would sexually abuse his children, mostly the girls, and Diane would watch from the doorway, getting some sick pleasure from the torment of kids. Every once in a while, she would join in on the festivities, leaving her children bruised to a pulp when her husband had decided to beat them all, just because of his wife wanting a little fun. The house was a broken one, and no one seemed to care.
Then, Usagi became irritable to Thomas' sexual needs and stood up for herself, slamming her frustrated fist right into his jaw. He fought back, of course, and replaced her old bruises with fresh ones. And once Usagi went to school that fateful Monday, there would be a battle towards a new home for Usagi. Fearing for his life, Thomas dropped her off at that sexual place, that slave place, Slavers Inc. He owed the manager a favored and intended to pay off his debts with his newest foster daughter. After all, she was beautiful and willing when she wasn't angry.
She stepped slowly into the shower, her fresh scratches and bruises reflecting off of the mirror-like shower walls. Her hair was down and lengthy, blonde and beautiful. And now, it was wet; darkened by the complexion of the shower water. It burned when the heat of the water reached her wounds, but she had been used to it for the last four years of her life. Her scars hadn't fully mended, but her spirit wasn't broken either, and Usagi was very determined to show everyone at Slavers Inc. just how tough she was.
Once her shower had finished, Usagi stepped out, releasing the steam from the inside, dancing around the air exotically and wild from the fresh water and body soap she had used. She couldn't exactly say she enjoyed the shower, but for the first time in a week, she felt relaxed. Then, she met her reflection. Horror returned to her eyes. There were the scars of her father's beatings, his tough caresses from under the covers. There were also traces of burns and bruises from her father's weekly prostitutes who took the fine liberty of demonstrating to Usagi just how bad a cigarette burn can be. They were always jealous of her; the little bitch that stole their payer's attention. He would always somehow return to his daughter's room, even after a bout of hot sex with his street-smart clients, and that's what made each and every one of his favorite prostitutes pissed.
Staring deeper into the mirror, now almost an inch away from the surface, she could see inside the fears of the little girl from her past. The terrifying and death-defying achievement she had made since then. Her red eyes were now only stained crimson from the heat of the shower water. Her body glinted carelessly with wetness, not fearful sweat. She had indeed come far from where she had been left standing, and as far as she was concerned, Slavers Inc. was better than nothing.
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Stepping quietly out of the bathroom, Usagi spotted a handsome figure lying snuggly on the bed. Mamoru had fallen asleep waiting for her, and Usagi felt pleased with the satisfaction of knowing that he wouldn't have to help her dress for this "diner party." She had had enough of the pity when someone had visible contact with her scars and bruises and signs of her painful healing. She was used to it all, but that wasn't the point nor the reason why she hated pity so much. Sympathy was fine. She understood how some people just had that natural ability to be nice, but then again, some asked such for the hell of it; to stir her emotions up in one quick blow. That's the kind of pity that made her sick.
".Usagi." Turning sharply towards the figure on the bed, Usagi stared down at him. Mamoru seemed to be having a bit of frustration getting up off of the bed. His hair was a mess and his eyes were deep blue from exhaustion. And then there was the bit of bang that matched just perfectly over that left eye of his. It gave him that authentic, badass style that maybe women would have fallen head over ass for if they didn't have any common sense, and common sense was just about the only thing Usagi had left. Again, he spoke her name, and this time it brought shivers and chills along with it. "Usagi." He stared down at her glistening figure. She was wet and hot from the shower, but in his head, she would soon be wet and hot from long nights of passion. He felt he had the right to dictate whoever would give her that passion, and tonight it would definently be him.
His slow grin and soft caress came tingling down her spine and her throat became unusually dry. She felt need rise and fall in every breath that she took. It was like a long silence of inhaling and exhaling. He gripped her shoulders firmly, but gently, and leaned down so that his face was only a few inches away from hers. "I hope you enjoyed your shower, Usagi." Then lips met and touched, varying from softly to firmly and back in every cherished second. It was like magic, a kind that only love could come close to touching, or perhaps it wasn't love. Wasn't it way too fast to be falling in love? Mamoru's top lip nudged hers in a signal for her to open her mouth and allow him passage. He explored, he hunted, he found. There, deep within her mouth was that stirring need, that point where tongues would touch and grope and feel their way along scrapping teeth and gums until they had become tangled in each other with only that hot stickiness of passion keeping them close together. Then, Mamoru felt her tremble and it was all over. Pulling himself away from her was as hard as using a frayed leash to pull in a large dog whom took pleasures in other things than keeping close to his master. Mamoru would have given anything to be back in her arms and her lips again.
He was kind and gentle. He pushed back a strand of her hair that had taken leave from the towel. It was a gesture that most people would consider romantic and loving, but for Usagi, she felt uncomfortable and pushed him away. This time, a frown appeared on his face. "You know, Usagi, now that you belong to Slavers Inc., you will be experiencing things you have never experienced before. Also, the fact that you are my personal slave will bring in new situations to our relationship, especially starting tonight. It'll be like your wedding night because from now on, you belong to me. You are my slave and you always will be until you piss me off so much that I just toss you out. Or.if you annoy me, but that's pretty much the same thing." This time, he flashed a toothy grin. "Got it?" Usagi sighed in deeply, realizing that this was her only possible chance for survival, so giving in, she nodded slowly. "Good." He firmly gripped her shoulders. "Now get dressed. Your dress is on the bed and your shoes are by the vanity. I'll be outside in the office awaiting your presence." With those few last words, he stalked off towards the bedroom door, stepped out, and shut it loudly.
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She looked absolutely marvelous. The gown's base was a pale yellow while gold sequins were stitched over them and the straps were two risky, spaghetti-thin pieces of yellow silk that held up the body of the dress. It showed quite a bit of cleavage, but Usagi reassured herself that at this dinner party, there would probably be more revealing outfits than hers. Allowing herself the pleasure of taking one last glance in the vanity mirror before she headed out the bedroom door and into her future home, Usagi stared deep into the eyes of her inner child once again. Dark blue circles became clear all of a sudden. Images of a damp and smoky room sank deep into her mind. Visions of those late-night romps with her father and his prostitutes almost made her sick. Before she could reach the nearby trash can, she hesitated. It wasn't fair for her to throw up just at the thought of her father. It was never her fault, and she knew that giving in to that trash can and its usual friendly opening would just become another successful point towards her father and his disgusting sexual habits. She wouldn't give in. She couldn't.
So instead of reaching for that damn trash can, she turned back towards the mirror and fixed her odangos. She looked ravishing and no one was going to ruin this evening for her. For once, she felt pride swell up in her throat. She wanted this night to be the night when she would stand up for her rights as a human being. She didn't want to be treated like some sex toy. It wasn't her job and it definently wasn't her destiny. It never would be and tonight, Usagi would make sure of it.
Giving herself one last flourishing touch of powder, Usagi stood from her seat and stepped towards the door.
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Onto the next chapter! Hehehe JLY! Bunny Moonstar
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailormoon. The talented Naoko Takeuchi does and I would like to thank her for creating such a wonderful anime. It inspires us all.
Summary: Whips and Chains is simply about Mamoru Chiba, the head slaver of a major slave incorporation. He is handed over a beautiful pleasure slave brought in at the age of 14, Usagi Tsukino. He becomes quite attached to her and begins treating her as if she was an ordinary wealthy woman. And even though Mamoru is the boss of Slavers Inc., there always seems to be a kink in his plans, starting with the incredibly handsome Diamond, another slave who has his sights set on Usagi, and maybe a little more than sights..
Rated: R for sexual situations, coarse language, and a bit of violence.
Whips and Chains
Chapter 1
A soft knock was heard from the hallways of the large, yet cramped and dirty building. The iron doors slowly opened, seeking light from the outdoors. Even some of its black air seeped out to release more darkness into the world.
The young woman walked inside. In front of her lay the dark trail of mystery, in which she knew she would soon travel. To her left lay a vacant clerk desk. And to her right, a plaque of dusty gold read "Slavers Inc." in bold print. Usagi sighed, knowing she was in the right place after all. The place seemed so old and tarnished. The appearance gave it the look of an old warehouse with just a bit of interior replacement. The floors were cement gray and cold under her bare feet, and its smell was of musty rooms and sweaty sex; Usagi's future. Ever since that damn idiot of a father fucked her and sent her off to a hospital with a pregnant womb, all she ever had in store for her was another bout of hot sex and cries of pain and disgust. To fortunate circumstances, Usagi had a miscarriage and wasn't burdened with the detestable choice of either having her father's child or paying the expensive fee of performing an abortion. From this point on, Usagi decided that she could just hate her life forever.
Suddenly, fingers began to press against her shoulders, pressuring her to turn her whole body around to face whomever was touching her. She jumped, then subjected to the horrible pain drilling into her arms. Turning around, she caught the scent of a man. Rough, hard, sexy, and damn right delicious. Then, she caught sight of his eyes.
Bright blue but with hidden mystery, that's exactly what they showed her. From first impression, this man was impossibly gorgeous. He had dark hair, ravenous and wild and spiked a bit on the top. It sneaked slightly around his ears and just below his neckline. His face showed definent signs of fatigue, but oh how lively it seemed.
"Welcome to Slavers Inc. Miss Tsukino, I take it? Your foster father just called about you. He was hoping that you would already be settled in by now, but I guess not." His voice was deep with rich huskiness. Usagi got the sudden urge to plunger herself inside of his throat to reach that lovely voice box of his. "My, my, we should really get you cleaned up." He examined her with those amazing eyes of his. She had long, flowing hair the color of an elegant gold. She too had eyes of ocean blue, but hers had more past than mystery. He could tell she had been hurt in her life, and now that she was in his hands, he was determined to not let anything happen to her. Oh yes, he had heard of her scumbag of a father and what he was charged with when he was sentenced to life in prison, but had it really been this horrible? Mamoru began to look past the sadness and smiled at her faintly. Those thin rags of hers were left hanging down from her small line of cleavage to the ground below. They were torn, tattered, patched, and frayed, but to Mamoru, Usagi made them look like a gown that a queen would wear. She had a pencil thin torso with handlebar hips. Her legs were long, but not too long that they would cause damage to a lover. Her skin seemed an almost pale peach color, although signs of cigarette burns were visible just below her earlobes. Her neck looked succulent like her skin and Mamoru envisioned that her breasts could become endless once set free from their torn and ragged white bra of a cage. All in all, she was breath taking.
A faint blush appeared upon her pale cheeks. She could feel his gaze upon her body. She felt uncomfortable, insecure, and afraid. What if this man was just like all of the others in her life? All fuckers with dicks that couldn't be contained inside of their pants? No, for some reason, Usagi told herself no. This man wouldn't be like her past and present fathers. He was the type to take care of his women. Hopefully, he would take care of Usagi.
He offered her his hand. "Come on, Usagi. Let us go freshen you up." He smiled with sincerity and for once, Usagi took a man's hand without hesitating. It just seemed so right. Her hand fit perfectly in his while they walked upstairs to his office suite. Inside, Usagi felt she could just die in awe.
Two black, plush recliners sat beside one another, slightly tilted towards the large cedar desk in front of the large, spacious window that resembled a wall with just a bit more detail than usual. There were papers on the desk, but they could've been a million male models and Usagi wouldn't have given them a second glance. She was way too fascinated at the suite. A bedroom lay beyond the office walls, but a small doorway allowed passage through the two rooms. Inside the room, Usagi could make out a vase of red roses atop an oak bedside table. And beside that table was the bed. Queen size and comfortable it appeared, but how many women had actually been under those sheets? While Usagi calculated, Mamoru coughed for her attention. When she finally looked up to him, she could instantly spot his growing annoyance.
"I- I'm sorry." She tilted her head down to stare at the ground, trying hard to hide her guilt. Then, she felt a hand push up gently on her chin. "It's alright. Now, I want you to go take a shower and get prepared for dinner. Here at Slavers Inc., we appreciate a lady at dinner when she's fully clothed and when she smells like anything besides the gutter." Before she could object or thank, he pushed her into his bedroom and right into the bathroom. "The towels are in the cabinet above the sink. When you have finished washing up, come out to the bedroom to get dressed." And with those last words, he grabbed the doorknob and slammed it in his own face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Without force, Usagi easily pulled off her rags, one by one. To Usagi, they seemed to be just a pool of old memories as they lay around her feet. Her foster parents had given them to her when she first entered there home and since then, she was considered a house maid and a slave to the inner turmoils of whatever disgusting and vile thing that came to the human mind. Her biological father was no more a parent to her than her dead mother. Burdened with her daughter's frustrating labor, Lilith Tsukino gave birth to a tiny little girl, but in the end, she died on the hospital bed, her womb bleeding from the inside out and a little baby girl still curled up in her arms. Then, Usagi was handed over to her father. He had been contacted only shortly before when he had heard that his former girlfriend was in distress and had needed encouragement and love from the father of her child. Of course, Lilith knew that she would not get such luxuries from a man like Ray Tsukino. He was the type to have the usual one night stand and wake up early in a trailer to return to his own piece of garbage home in the dumps of Tokyo. But when Ray looked down at his child, he saw an open opportunity.
Once Usagi had grown into a full and beautiful ten-year-old, Ray could tell that now was the time to begin the unblossoming. He found just how to sneak into her room at night and hide inside her covers with her and beg and pinch and prod until she finally gave in. He took her virginity at the young age of 10, and Usagi still hadn't forgiven him for it. Once the social workers had heard a tip from a local neighbor that sexual intercourse with a minor was going on in the trailer down the street, the police were there to investigate and become Usagi's newest heroes. They took her out of her trashy home, but immediately sent her to a foster home even before her father had been convicted and jailed. Then, she met the Stergons.
Thomas and Diane Stergon were known for their kindness towards those who sought out help. They had at least five foster children, and their reputation for taking in abused kids helped them in every possible social way. But when Usagi became their sixth foster children, she found out that the Stergons weren't what they seemed. Every time they went out in public, they wore a façade of happiness and a love for all humanity. And once Thomas walked through that door every evening after work, the façade would wear off. He would sexually abuse his children, mostly the girls, and Diane would watch from the doorway, getting some sick pleasure from the torment of kids. Every once in a while, she would join in on the festivities, leaving her children bruised to a pulp when her husband had decided to beat them all, just because of his wife wanting a little fun. The house was a broken one, and no one seemed to care.
Then, Usagi became irritable to Thomas' sexual needs and stood up for herself, slamming her frustrated fist right into his jaw. He fought back, of course, and replaced her old bruises with fresh ones. And once Usagi went to school that fateful Monday, there would be a battle towards a new home for Usagi. Fearing for his life, Thomas dropped her off at that sexual place, that slave place, Slavers Inc. He owed the manager a favored and intended to pay off his debts with his newest foster daughter. After all, she was beautiful and willing when she wasn't angry.
She stepped slowly into the shower, her fresh scratches and bruises reflecting off of the mirror-like shower walls. Her hair was down and lengthy, blonde and beautiful. And now, it was wet; darkened by the complexion of the shower water. It burned when the heat of the water reached her wounds, but she had been used to it for the last four years of her life. Her scars hadn't fully mended, but her spirit wasn't broken either, and Usagi was very determined to show everyone at Slavers Inc. just how tough she was.
Once her shower had finished, Usagi stepped out, releasing the steam from the inside, dancing around the air exotically and wild from the fresh water and body soap she had used. She couldn't exactly say she enjoyed the shower, but for the first time in a week, she felt relaxed. Then, she met her reflection. Horror returned to her eyes. There were the scars of her father's beatings, his tough caresses from under the covers. There were also traces of burns and bruises from her father's weekly prostitutes who took the fine liberty of demonstrating to Usagi just how bad a cigarette burn can be. They were always jealous of her; the little bitch that stole their payer's attention. He would always somehow return to his daughter's room, even after a bout of hot sex with his street-smart clients, and that's what made each and every one of his favorite prostitutes pissed.
Staring deeper into the mirror, now almost an inch away from the surface, she could see inside the fears of the little girl from her past. The terrifying and death-defying achievement she had made since then. Her red eyes were now only stained crimson from the heat of the shower water. Her body glinted carelessly with wetness, not fearful sweat. She had indeed come far from where she had been left standing, and as far as she was concerned, Slavers Inc. was better than nothing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Stepping quietly out of the bathroom, Usagi spotted a handsome figure lying snuggly on the bed. Mamoru had fallen asleep waiting for her, and Usagi felt pleased with the satisfaction of knowing that he wouldn't have to help her dress for this "diner party." She had had enough of the pity when someone had visible contact with her scars and bruises and signs of her painful healing. She was used to it all, but that wasn't the point nor the reason why she hated pity so much. Sympathy was fine. She understood how some people just had that natural ability to be nice, but then again, some asked such for the hell of it; to stir her emotions up in one quick blow. That's the kind of pity that made her sick.
".Usagi." Turning sharply towards the figure on the bed, Usagi stared down at him. Mamoru seemed to be having a bit of frustration getting up off of the bed. His hair was a mess and his eyes were deep blue from exhaustion. And then there was the bit of bang that matched just perfectly over that left eye of his. It gave him that authentic, badass style that maybe women would have fallen head over ass for if they didn't have any common sense, and common sense was just about the only thing Usagi had left. Again, he spoke her name, and this time it brought shivers and chills along with it. "Usagi." He stared down at her glistening figure. She was wet and hot from the shower, but in his head, she would soon be wet and hot from long nights of passion. He felt he had the right to dictate whoever would give her that passion, and tonight it would definently be him.
His slow grin and soft caress came tingling down her spine and her throat became unusually dry. She felt need rise and fall in every breath that she took. It was like a long silence of inhaling and exhaling. He gripped her shoulders firmly, but gently, and leaned down so that his face was only a few inches away from hers. "I hope you enjoyed your shower, Usagi." Then lips met and touched, varying from softly to firmly and back in every cherished second. It was like magic, a kind that only love could come close to touching, or perhaps it wasn't love. Wasn't it way too fast to be falling in love? Mamoru's top lip nudged hers in a signal for her to open her mouth and allow him passage. He explored, he hunted, he found. There, deep within her mouth was that stirring need, that point where tongues would touch and grope and feel their way along scrapping teeth and gums until they had become tangled in each other with only that hot stickiness of passion keeping them close together. Then, Mamoru felt her tremble and it was all over. Pulling himself away from her was as hard as using a frayed leash to pull in a large dog whom took pleasures in other things than keeping close to his master. Mamoru would have given anything to be back in her arms and her lips again.
He was kind and gentle. He pushed back a strand of her hair that had taken leave from the towel. It was a gesture that most people would consider romantic and loving, but for Usagi, she felt uncomfortable and pushed him away. This time, a frown appeared on his face. "You know, Usagi, now that you belong to Slavers Inc., you will be experiencing things you have never experienced before. Also, the fact that you are my personal slave will bring in new situations to our relationship, especially starting tonight. It'll be like your wedding night because from now on, you belong to me. You are my slave and you always will be until you piss me off so much that I just toss you out. Or.if you annoy me, but that's pretty much the same thing." This time, he flashed a toothy grin. "Got it?" Usagi sighed in deeply, realizing that this was her only possible chance for survival, so giving in, she nodded slowly. "Good." He firmly gripped her shoulders. "Now get dressed. Your dress is on the bed and your shoes are by the vanity. I'll be outside in the office awaiting your presence." With those few last words, he stalked off towards the bedroom door, stepped out, and shut it loudly.
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She looked absolutely marvelous. The gown's base was a pale yellow while gold sequins were stitched over them and the straps were two risky, spaghetti-thin pieces of yellow silk that held up the body of the dress. It showed quite a bit of cleavage, but Usagi reassured herself that at this dinner party, there would probably be more revealing outfits than hers. Allowing herself the pleasure of taking one last glance in the vanity mirror before she headed out the bedroom door and into her future home, Usagi stared deep into the eyes of her inner child once again. Dark blue circles became clear all of a sudden. Images of a damp and smoky room sank deep into her mind. Visions of those late-night romps with her father and his prostitutes almost made her sick. Before she could reach the nearby trash can, she hesitated. It wasn't fair for her to throw up just at the thought of her father. It was never her fault, and she knew that giving in to that trash can and its usual friendly opening would just become another successful point towards her father and his disgusting sexual habits. She wouldn't give in. She couldn't.
So instead of reaching for that damn trash can, she turned back towards the mirror and fixed her odangos. She looked ravishing and no one was going to ruin this evening for her. For once, she felt pride swell up in her throat. She wanted this night to be the night when she would stand up for her rights as a human being. She didn't want to be treated like some sex toy. It wasn't her job and it definently wasn't her destiny. It never would be and tonight, Usagi would make sure of it.
Giving herself one last flourishing touch of powder, Usagi stood from her seat and stepped towards the door.
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Onto the next chapter! Hehehe JLY! Bunny Moonstar