Okay.well.I hope you liked the prologue and the first chapter of
Whips and Chains. I've been trying to get that done for the past few weeks
now. I've been so busy with school and boys and winterguard and theatre and
everything else that I might just collapse.but that would be bad
considering I'm the only writer there is for this fanfic and I know at
least a few readers would be disappointed. Well anyways, here are the stats
and the next chapter of Whips and Chains. JLY! Bunny Moonstar ^.^
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailormoon. The talented Naoko Takeuchi does and I would just like to thank her for creating Sailormoon. It inspires us all.
Rated: R for sexual situations, coarse language, and perhaps a bit of kinky stuff in some chapters.hehe.
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..
Whips and Chains
Mamoru could hear the door handle jiggle. His ears perked up. He would soon see just how beautiful she could turn out to be. While he waited for her to get ready, he pictured her walking through those bedroom doors with golden rays of sunlight shining throughout the room, and as a matter of fact, once she walked in, those rays shined brighter than they ever have.
'Hot damn.' he told himself. She was sexy and that dress poured every ounce of seductiveness on that thin and pale body of hers. He felt his arousal take presence on his body and he wasn't exactly sure if he could wait until that evening to be able to undress her and make love to her. It surely would be tonight. It was tradition at Slavers Inc. to break in and sleep with your newest slave on the first day that they arrived. It was one tradition that Mamoru loved to enforce since he was the ever-powerful manager and head chief of Slavers Inc.
She blushed, sensing that tempting gaze he was flashing her. It was nothing that she planned on advancing for, but if her mind hadn't taken control of her emotions, she would've flung herself right into his arms. Then, she watched him snap out of his dark reverie and glance at his watch. "Wow, it's almost time for dinner. Usagi, dear, I think now's the time to get siked up to meet your future family." A huge grin appeared on his face and she couldn't help but quiver. What kind of people would they be? Would they take her in and allow her to become one of them, one of the many seductive, yet powerful members of Slavers Inc.? She had to find out, and now must certainly be the time.
She linked her arm with his and smiled nervously. "Okay. You lead the way."
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The room was crowded indeed. Smoke billowed out from the heavy metal kitchen doors that stood tall and broad in the wall, and scents of delicious steaks and warm desserts filled the air. It was a wonderful experience, just to be standing in the doorway, standing before your fellow housemates and future family members. Was it honor that she felt? No, she was still nervous. There was no pride in her stance either. She just stood, arm in arm with her "master" and watched the various behaviors of the others around her. There were those she had quickly judged to stay far away from. She could see the sexual phrases being shared and crossed to with one another, as well as sexual gestures. Slaves were sitting in their masters' laps, caressing their faces with soft palms and the occasional rubber whip.
There was also the calm crowd, which she took for the higher positioned members of the incorporation. There were women clothed in deep lavender, emerald, and ruby silks, pearls, and jewels. To Usagi, they seemed no more to her than the snotty girls she met at her small period of education time that she received with the Stergons, but she was soon to discover that they would no longer be the brats that she knew from school. She wasn't stupid. She knew how relationships would change just because of some stupid movement of location. She hated the rules of society. It seemed as if everyone was trying to rule her life. It was absolutely no fair. Shit, nothing was ever fair to Usagi. Just because she was young, naïve, and perhaps a little sexy, men yelled cat calls to her, picked her up off the streets, and fucked her until the day was done. Usagi just didn't understand why her life had to suck so badly. And now here she was, the newest slave to the largest fuck corporation in the whole entire fucking world.
Well, look what Hell threw up. There was a man. One man. It was like his mind was screaming out to her. "Come to me, lil girl, and I'll make your dreams worth while." He was dark, dangerous, sexy, and quite frankly, the seductive type. His gaze shifted to hers and for one split second, Usagi thought she could see a grin creep up along his mouth. His hair was silver, a shivering ice silver that could chill the heart of any woman, yet heat up the body that she possessed. It was like he did wonders in his own little way, luring his victim into his arms or perhaps his welcoming lap and suck her dry until all she had left was a broken heart. And to think, Usagi had made these judgements in just the few quick short seconds that she had until she was actually standing before him.
His eyes glittered. It was a trick, a scheme, a plan. When he saw her standing in the doorway, he wanted her. It was lust at first sight, and Diamond felt like he had a lot of lust to share. She was absolutely breath taking. The dress she wore gave off that tiny hint of cleavage that could drive a man wild. She had eyes of a goddess, and legs like Venus herself, and man, did he ever yearn to be in between them. And oh yes, he would find a way. Besides, you gave a fuck that she now belonged to his best friend, Mamoru Chiba, the fucking sex-chief of Slavers Inc. He would find a way to break the rules and perhaps break traditions. After all, somehow, they were always meant to be broken.
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She had left his side. Mamoru glanced around everywhere for his new maiden, but could find her no where. A certain sense of panic fluttered through his stomach. It was unfamiliar. What was it? Was it love? Surely not. Come on, Mamoru barely knew the girl. All he knew was that she had lived a rough childhood and had been sent to him by her foul and sly foster father. Yes, he had seen the scars. If not physical, then definently emotional. He had seen it in her eyes and had felt it when he first kissed her. There, deep within those dangerously tasteful lips and that delicious hollow for a mouth was a soul, a soul that had been buried with grief. He felt her sorrow, her depression, her sadness. It was all there, in black and blue.
Then, he found her. She was bound up in Diamond's arms. Instantly, Mamoru experienced a flash of hot rage. That damn bastard. Here he was, stealing his woman again. First it was Rei, then it was Beryl, and now Usagi. How could he? The ones he greatly cherished had been taken away by his best friend, Diamond. Oh yes, he was a sneaky one, that was for sure. Just look at how he lured Usagi into his arms. Now, he was rubbing her head softly, whispering something that had made shivers and blushes appear all over her body. Jealousy reared its angry head in Mamoru's face, and indeed not even Hell could drive it away. Suddenly, Mamoru found himself in front of Diamond, reaching out fiercely for Usagi and pulling her close to him. "That's it Diamond. I'm through with your games. I expect to see you bright and early tomorrow in my office. And if you don't show, I'll be damned if anyone ever sees your sorry-ass face in this business again." Then, he turned to Usagi. There was hatred in his eyes and terror came to her heart at once. "Let's go back to my room. We'll order dinner in privacy. I don't feel like staying down here and staring at that bitch's ugly face anymore tonight."
He dragged her along, pulling roughly at the limbs that were already bruised and battered. Diamond merely smiled. "If he hurts you, my dear, remember what I told you. Just run away. My suite's always open for company." Madness boiled even hotter in Mamoru's blood as she pulled harder at Usagi and forced her into the metal elevators, frowning at all who cared to be spectators as the doors closed and Usagi sounded her last whimper.
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The doors were locked. The windows were shut. And all Usagi could think about was fast her heart was beating. She knew the evening had arrived. She knew tonight, she would be forced to give her body up once again to the man who now owned her. She was still a slave to the male species, and no matter how far she tried to run, she could never run fast enough.
Mamoru removed the tie from around his collar. "Tonight was the night," he thought to himself. Her stared at her while she sat beside the fireplace. She was trembling from fear and exhaustion. Was he really going to put her through this? Was he really going to force her to give up her body to him tonight, after all that had just happened? Besides, he probably scared the living crap out of her only just half and hour ago, and already he was removing his clothes. How typical.
No. He wouldn't do that to her. He wouldn't do that to himself. She deserved better, this one. She wasn't like the rest. There was something more to her. Something purer. She was unlike the other females he had taken in and slept with. They hadn't been raped. Well, most of them at least, but they had never experienced a horrible childhood and past like Usagi had. After all, she must have been a walking miracle. Was he really going to break her spirit and take that all away because his dick couldn't control itself? No, never. He had more respect for the female species. Way more respect than Diamond ever had.
Taking a deep sigh, Mamoru approached Usagi. Her eyes grew wide. Her heart practically leaped out of her chest, diving head first for the fire in the hearth. Then, he gently picked her up.
Naturally, Usagi kicked at first. She decided now was the time to defend herself. She couldn't back there in the elevator, and she hadn't managed to for most of her life. Now, she would. "Get your hands off of me, Mr. Chiba. I don't care who you are. I don't give a crap that you're the freakin head manager of this slave business. I don't care that I've been nothing but a useless sex slave for my entire life. I don't care. Get your hands off of me now!" She kicked and screamed and hollered and yelled until finally, Mamoru simply placed her on the bed and walked out into the living room.
Usagi blinked. Was he really going to give up? Hope seeped into her heart until he returned with a handful of blankets and pillows. "You'll sleep alone tonight. You've been through enough on your first day. If you need me, I'll be in the living room."
She couldn't believe it. She absolutely couldn't believe it. He wasn't going to touch her, to feel her up, nor was he going to hurt her like the rest. Acting against her own wishes, she followed him into the living room. "But why? I thought there was that stupid tradition that the slaver was supposed to sleep with his newest slave on the first day that she arrived?" She saw regret. She felt guilt. He had spared her, and she actually had the nerve to question his motives. "I'm not a disrespectful bastard, Usagi. I'm not like Diamond. Now, I said go to bed, and you will sleep alone until you're willing to give yourself to me. But from now on, I'll be sleeping on the couch." Her eyes grew wide. She was spared again. She felt joy, happiness, and chance. This man was different. He was positively different than all the others, and this time, Usagi respected difference. She strutted back into the bedroom and shut the door, sending herself flying onto the bed and falling asleep immediately.
Mamoru was left to his thoughts. He knew he wouldn't get any sleep, not with Usagi in his bedroom, sleeping alone. He felt shameful, but proud at the same time. He had made the right choice, and he knew that the right choice was always rewarded. He'd just have to wait patiently for his reward, but for now, he'd have to live off of no sleep and a mind full of thoughts. Maybe it was okay that he hadn't slept with her. He'd done the right thing, breaking the tradition. After all, some traditions were made to be broken.
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She awoke the next morning to find a stack of buttermilk pancakes and a few strips of sizzling bacon before her very eyes. The scent was alluring and it made Usagi's mouth water with anticipation. Then, she met his eyes.
They were a lot more gentle this morning. It seemed that he had gotten over the little argument with Diamond and had decided to do something special for his new slave. Perhaps it was a bribe, perhaps it wasn't, but no matter, Usagi appreciated the gesture. He actually made her breakfast. No one had ever taken the time to even toss her a box of cereal, but to make her a hand-made and whole-hearted breakfast; she was deeply touched.
He was sitting along the edge of the bedside. He had taken the liberty of waking up extra early to meet with Diamond, lay out a few rules to his "buddy," and had given the maids a few extra hours off, as well as a few new spankings on the butt, but hey, Mamoru had to get some kind of action to make up for his loss last night. After all, those maids did look rather tempting in those short, skimpy shorts of theirs. He was surprised with himself that he didn't push at least two of those maids into a broom closet for the few short minutes that he had to spare. Instead, he had chosen to take those few extra minutes and make a hearty breakfast for Usagi.
For some reason, she was growing on him. It was dangerous to say just yet, but there was something way more than attraction in those big, bright blue eyes of his. He could tell. It scared him deep down. What if she really would end up being more than just his slave in the future? Could he really be able to handle something like that? Was his heart stable enough to manage a relationship with a girl that had been brutally beaten over and over in her life?
All she could do was stare at him. There were truly no words to tell him that could express her happiness and gratitude. For once, someone else was at her service, and for once, she felt cared for.
The thought flowed through her brain like an electric current. She brought her arms up to reach and clasp behind his neck, embracing him for the first time since she arrived. His eyes grew wide. Never had he ever felt such appreciation from a woman, not since his mother was alive.
His straight and shocked line for lips slowly curved and turned into a bright smile. He could feel her happiness through her embrace, although at the moment, he was thinking deeper thoughts. He could also feel her body pressed tightly against his. His arousal grew large and hard, but he kept mind to release her from the embrace just in time before he let his lower anatomy take control. "I hope you enjoy it. Now, I'll be in the shower, getting ready for the long day ahead of us." Usagi nodded blankly, now realizing that he had said "us." That meant, to her natural common sense, that she would be included in his daily schedule. She wasn't exactly sure if she should be honored or angry.
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He stripped down from his denim jeans and faded navy blue t-shirt. The feeling she caused him was much more than he had expected, and all they had ever done so far was hug, with the exception of his informal excuse for a kiss last night. Still, it wasn't like they had shared sex yet, much less touch or grope one another.
The passion he felt for her since he first saw her had been intense lust. Now, it surpassed that in many ways more than one.
Turning the hot and cold water knobs slowly to measure just the right amount of warmth, Mamoru stepped inside the glass doors and into the heat that seemed to console him like a lover. Oh, this was what he had been wanting. Hot showers after a brief confrontation with his lustful, and soon to be willing, companion. It was like he had just finished participating in a long and luxurious bout of sex, but instead, all he managed to get from Usagi was a measly hug, but even that was enough to satisfy his heart.
The shower was comforting, inviting, manipulative. He felt as if he could spend all day in the water, washing away the burdens of his short day. First, there was the issue of demanding that Diamond let loose the fantasy of Usagi. He pretty much made his point once he had pushed his friend against the wall and had thrust his fists up against the hollow of Diamond's neck. Threats were made from both opposing teams, yet while Mamoru frowned, Diamond grinned. That was what ate at Mamoru's mind currently. He hated the way that Diamond would casually smirk and say that he would back off, only to let himself and others down by kidnapping his friends' slaves and laying his grubby hands on them. After that, there seemed to be no control over him.
He sighed. It seemed to be the only thing that he could do about the situation. It was either sigh and forget it, or cry like a baby and make a fool of yourself. No matter; it wouldn't change Diamond's mind for anything. He would still continue to steal, ravage, throw out. It was his usual manner towards the women he stole from his "friends." There was never the occasion that he gave up on a mission he had first started. Now, his mission was Usagi, and Mamoru felt that this time, it was his duty to take a stand and not give up.
He felt the cold brush of the morning breeze dance across his glistening skin. He stared into his reflection in the steam-covered mirror, and it stared right back at him. He wasn't a man of bland details. He had a figure of golden bronze, carved out of an imaginary block of copper. He had a chest and torso built tough with steel and iron, and those legs of his appeared as though they had been through thick, thin, Heaven, and Hell. He had the look of a fighter, that was for sure, although his light blue eyes added that soft touch to his thick-boned jaw. His lips were stained dark pink from the shower heat, but during the day, they were light and soft, almost feminine with just the right hint of male to make all the girls flutter around in excitement. He was truly handsome.
Wrapping the thin towel around his waist, Mamoru reached for the bathroom knob and turned it, breathing in the cool air from the cold atmosphere. The window was opened, the pale gray curtains flying around, as if reaching for a hand to grab on, and there was her. Her, the beautiful, delightful, and smiling figure; Usagi. She laid comfortably on his bed, her legs curled across one another as she read from one of Mamoru's hidden comics which she had obviously searched for and found, and her face was straight, yet her eyes danced joyfully with glee. This was how he liked her, soft, pleasant, and unaware of the danger she was causing him. And definently unaware of what he planned to do about it.
He spoke her name, quietly, gently, kindly," Usagi." Her gaze shifted from the third page to the comic to his face. There was something about the way that he smiled at her, something about the way that he examined her, and there was something about the way that he stepped closer, dangerously closer. It was true, she felt grateful to him that he had created for her what was now laying empty on the floor beside the bed, but she wasn't about to give him everything just because of some little breakfast scene, no matter how delicious those pancakes were, and although his eyes were tempting her, reeling her into his arms just now, she felt no reason to be here.
But why was she feeling all giddy? Her heart had betrayed her, taking leaps and bounds throughout her chest, overruling her mind and common sense and insisting that she stand from the bed and approach him like he was approaching her. Soft, careless, romantic. But was romance what she wanted? After all, she was only there to serve him, not woo him or be wooed by him.
'Now!' her emotions screamed, sending her charging into his arms, seeking refuge there, hidden in that manly chest of his. Oh how she longed to be under it. Of course, she had watched out of the corner of her eye how he entered the room, wearing that excuse for a towel. Of course it had aroused her to no end. Of course all she cared about right now was having him take her, and having her take him back.
Mamoru stared down at the girl, clutching tightly to him. No, not girl, for she was purely woman. She was his woman. No one would change that, and for a second, Mamoru almost believed it. He stared down at her, wishing that he could discover her and find out just how much woman she had in her. Tilting her chin up with his soft fingers, he gazed deeply in her eyes. He could tell she was ready, ready for him to take her and make her the one he had searched so long for to find. The same thoughts came straight to his head. Was she really the one that he had been longing for, and did she really want him to make her his one and only? They hadn't even done anything. It was ludicrous. Absolute ludicrous. And for some reason, he didn't mind it a bit.
He found that her lips were soft and delicate, just like he remember from yesterday when he had first kissed her. Needless to say, the second kiss was much more detailed. Swarms of bursting emotions fluttered like butterflies in the pit of Usagi's stomach. Had she ever felt like this? Was this a new experience? Was she willing to try it? Thoughts and questions flowed through her mind like a river, but her heart became the dam and blocked out everything besides the hot feeling that currently ran through her blood. She felt his touch. She knew he felt the same. She knew he wanted her, and she had the suspicion that he knew she wanted him as well.
Suddenly, she felt an explosion of wild, primal urges race throughout her body. She grabbed him from around the neck and brought him closer, just close enough to linger on his lips, sample him as he had sampled her. He tasted dark, like coffee and chocolate. He was delicious, she concluded, and reached for the knot that held up his towel.
Now, it lay no more upon his body, but below him, pooled out over his feet. He was naked, but he didn't care. It seemed only natural that he could be comfortable in front of Usagi. It was like the past had been repeated, and with this thought, it only made him want her more. Reaching up, down, and around for the material that left them separated, Mamoru stripped down each and every article of clothing that Usagi wore. Now, she was naked, and she couldn't care less.
He grabbed her quickly, holding her in his arms like it was the first time, the only time. She felt warmth and welcome here. His arms were inviting, as well as the rest of his body. His mouth roamed, searched, seeked. What he wanted to find, he decided would be better on top of the bed. He'd do it right this time, he'd do it right with her. As he held her, they only seemed to dance and sway until they both rocked on top of the bed, him above her and her below him. He kissed her mouth, her neck, her throat, and stopped at her breasts. He lingered there longer, flicking his tongue across her stiffened nipples, finding her just as much as aroused as he was. He tasted her there, suckling on her as a young child would after birth. She moaned for him, came for him as the orgasm ripped through her. Then, she felt the impatient fingers that found her wet and moist. They were rough, hard, and exciting. All in all, Usagi became even more aroused than she was.
He knew now was the time. They both stared into each other's eyes. It was a connection that screamed, "Now!" and he plunged deep inside her. She blinked wide with shock and excitement. Mamoru watched her, waiting for her signal to go on. When he saw it, he moved slowly, allowing them both to set the pace. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as if encouraging him to go a bit faster now that she had gotten used to his movements. He understood and moved, fluently, and went on and on until he released himself inside her, moaning aloud his orgasms as she did with hers, and together, they became one.
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Warmth, happiness, love. She felt it all, right here, nestled tenderly in his arms. Oh yes, Mamoru had his rough moments, but when he cared to be kind, he sure was soft. A smile developed sleepily across her face and she gazed up towards him. He was so beautiful.
Large, billowing muscles stretched gorgeously over his torso. His skin still gleamed from the sweat of his recent shower and became the mark of a couple's passion, but it only added to the sexiness of his manly features. His hair was also still soaked from the shower, but the daylight sun had begun to dry it. It seemed darker than usual, almost exotic and dominant. His eyes were the only soft things that he offered just by first appearance. His arms were like steel, clutching her tightly like a possession he hadn't yet chosen to give up, nor would he ever. Usagi could clearly define each bulge and line of his body, from the tops of his bulky shoulders to his lean torso, then down to the creases along his pelvis bone, then to those long, lanky yet beefed legs, along with the gift in between them; a gift he had received at birth, and oh how Usagi adored that gift. She decided that she would worship whoever had given him such a lovely portion of the male anatomy.
He watched her blush and felt himself blush as well. He had caught her sneaking at him from under the covers, with pleasure in her eyes and a misty passion that he had filled recently. Wisps of wet, stringy hair clung to her face, and her body smelled faintly of yesterday's perfume and Irish Spring. He had done this, he supposed; he knew. She was his, if not forever, then for the time being. He was quite sure that not only had he filled her emotions with a new feeling, but he had packed on another one on himself as well. Was it love? Not quite, definently not. It was too soon, but there had been cases of love at first sight, right? Romeo and Juliet had fallen in love at first sight, but truthfully, it was lust at first sight. That Friar Lawrence was right. Men's love does really live in their eyes, not their hearts. It begins there and often stays there, but for Mamoru, would he end up just plain lusting after Usagi? Wasn't there something deeper than that that they had shared earlier? He knew that there were three words that were awfully close to slipping from his tongue. Three words he had chosen never to say to a woman he had taken to bed unless he was for sure that she deserved them, and was sure that he had deserved them too.
A faint whimper of lust came from Usagi. He turned to watch her, staring at him and his body from under the covers. He smiled, glad that he could have caused her to feel so pleasured by what he looked like, and even by what he did. Grabbing her and pulling her up by the waist, he felt himself give way to the tension his body was giving in to. Her body felt so wonderful in his arms and he planned on making this not the only time they would share something so miraculous.
Her gaze shifted to his. Her eyes, those dark pools of blue, blinked deeply at him. This only made him smile more. "My Usagi, my beautiful, delightful, delicious Usagi." With these words, he nibbled at her shoulders. He heard her squeal, wondering if it was because of his adorable hunger or by the feeling of his manhood growing large as it lay beside her leg. He decided it could possibly be a tie, and he simply didn't care. As long as he heard that giggle again, that sexy giggle, he could live.
She felt privileged to be able to curl up next to him and nuzzle. "Mmm, you're cuddly." They both smiled at each other. It was another bond to one another. It was a bond that Usagi wanted to just post up on her memory bank's walls and keep there, glancing that it every now and then like a lovely picture. It was sincerity that had brought on this connection, and it was attraction that seemed to fill it.
Mamoru pulled her closer to him, anxious to feel the warmth of her body, but there was something on Usagi's mind that distracted her from his kind and gentle gesture. A thought ran straight to her brain, sending worry and doubt straight to her heart. Would things be the same between them? Oh, she wished they wouldn't. She didn't want to be considered someone's sex slave anymore, and she hoped that Mamoru would be generous enough to see through her past and its horrible pleasures and keep her close by his side, though she decided Hell might have to pay for it.
Well, I hope you enjoyed that little chapter. If you have any comments on my style of writing, whether it sucks or not, just e-mail me. My e-mail is in the section with my information in author's stats. Like I said earlier, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I should be composing my newest chapter soon. Thanks. JLY! Bunny Moonstar ^.^
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailormoon. The talented Naoko Takeuchi does and I would just like to thank her for creating Sailormoon. It inspires us all.
Rated: R for sexual situations, coarse language, and perhaps a bit of kinky stuff in some chapters.hehe.
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..
Whips and Chains
Mamoru could hear the door handle jiggle. His ears perked up. He would soon see just how beautiful she could turn out to be. While he waited for her to get ready, he pictured her walking through those bedroom doors with golden rays of sunlight shining throughout the room, and as a matter of fact, once she walked in, those rays shined brighter than they ever have.
'Hot damn.' he told himself. She was sexy and that dress poured every ounce of seductiveness on that thin and pale body of hers. He felt his arousal take presence on his body and he wasn't exactly sure if he could wait until that evening to be able to undress her and make love to her. It surely would be tonight. It was tradition at Slavers Inc. to break in and sleep with your newest slave on the first day that they arrived. It was one tradition that Mamoru loved to enforce since he was the ever-powerful manager and head chief of Slavers Inc.
She blushed, sensing that tempting gaze he was flashing her. It was nothing that she planned on advancing for, but if her mind hadn't taken control of her emotions, she would've flung herself right into his arms. Then, she watched him snap out of his dark reverie and glance at his watch. "Wow, it's almost time for dinner. Usagi, dear, I think now's the time to get siked up to meet your future family." A huge grin appeared on his face and she couldn't help but quiver. What kind of people would they be? Would they take her in and allow her to become one of them, one of the many seductive, yet powerful members of Slavers Inc.? She had to find out, and now must certainly be the time.
She linked her arm with his and smiled nervously. "Okay. You lead the way."
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The room was crowded indeed. Smoke billowed out from the heavy metal kitchen doors that stood tall and broad in the wall, and scents of delicious steaks and warm desserts filled the air. It was a wonderful experience, just to be standing in the doorway, standing before your fellow housemates and future family members. Was it honor that she felt? No, she was still nervous. There was no pride in her stance either. She just stood, arm in arm with her "master" and watched the various behaviors of the others around her. There were those she had quickly judged to stay far away from. She could see the sexual phrases being shared and crossed to with one another, as well as sexual gestures. Slaves were sitting in their masters' laps, caressing their faces with soft palms and the occasional rubber whip.
There was also the calm crowd, which she took for the higher positioned members of the incorporation. There were women clothed in deep lavender, emerald, and ruby silks, pearls, and jewels. To Usagi, they seemed no more to her than the snotty girls she met at her small period of education time that she received with the Stergons, but she was soon to discover that they would no longer be the brats that she knew from school. She wasn't stupid. She knew how relationships would change just because of some stupid movement of location. She hated the rules of society. It seemed as if everyone was trying to rule her life. It was absolutely no fair. Shit, nothing was ever fair to Usagi. Just because she was young, naïve, and perhaps a little sexy, men yelled cat calls to her, picked her up off the streets, and fucked her until the day was done. Usagi just didn't understand why her life had to suck so badly. And now here she was, the newest slave to the largest fuck corporation in the whole entire fucking world.
Well, look what Hell threw up. There was a man. One man. It was like his mind was screaming out to her. "Come to me, lil girl, and I'll make your dreams worth while." He was dark, dangerous, sexy, and quite frankly, the seductive type. His gaze shifted to hers and for one split second, Usagi thought she could see a grin creep up along his mouth. His hair was silver, a shivering ice silver that could chill the heart of any woman, yet heat up the body that she possessed. It was like he did wonders in his own little way, luring his victim into his arms or perhaps his welcoming lap and suck her dry until all she had left was a broken heart. And to think, Usagi had made these judgements in just the few quick short seconds that she had until she was actually standing before him.
His eyes glittered. It was a trick, a scheme, a plan. When he saw her standing in the doorway, he wanted her. It was lust at first sight, and Diamond felt like he had a lot of lust to share. She was absolutely breath taking. The dress she wore gave off that tiny hint of cleavage that could drive a man wild. She had eyes of a goddess, and legs like Venus herself, and man, did he ever yearn to be in between them. And oh yes, he would find a way. Besides, you gave a fuck that she now belonged to his best friend, Mamoru Chiba, the fucking sex-chief of Slavers Inc. He would find a way to break the rules and perhaps break traditions. After all, somehow, they were always meant to be broken.
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She had left his side. Mamoru glanced around everywhere for his new maiden, but could find her no where. A certain sense of panic fluttered through his stomach. It was unfamiliar. What was it? Was it love? Surely not. Come on, Mamoru barely knew the girl. All he knew was that she had lived a rough childhood and had been sent to him by her foul and sly foster father. Yes, he had seen the scars. If not physical, then definently emotional. He had seen it in her eyes and had felt it when he first kissed her. There, deep within those dangerously tasteful lips and that delicious hollow for a mouth was a soul, a soul that had been buried with grief. He felt her sorrow, her depression, her sadness. It was all there, in black and blue.
Then, he found her. She was bound up in Diamond's arms. Instantly, Mamoru experienced a flash of hot rage. That damn bastard. Here he was, stealing his woman again. First it was Rei, then it was Beryl, and now Usagi. How could he? The ones he greatly cherished had been taken away by his best friend, Diamond. Oh yes, he was a sneaky one, that was for sure. Just look at how he lured Usagi into his arms. Now, he was rubbing her head softly, whispering something that had made shivers and blushes appear all over her body. Jealousy reared its angry head in Mamoru's face, and indeed not even Hell could drive it away. Suddenly, Mamoru found himself in front of Diamond, reaching out fiercely for Usagi and pulling her close to him. "That's it Diamond. I'm through with your games. I expect to see you bright and early tomorrow in my office. And if you don't show, I'll be damned if anyone ever sees your sorry-ass face in this business again." Then, he turned to Usagi. There was hatred in his eyes and terror came to her heart at once. "Let's go back to my room. We'll order dinner in privacy. I don't feel like staying down here and staring at that bitch's ugly face anymore tonight."
He dragged her along, pulling roughly at the limbs that were already bruised and battered. Diamond merely smiled. "If he hurts you, my dear, remember what I told you. Just run away. My suite's always open for company." Madness boiled even hotter in Mamoru's blood as she pulled harder at Usagi and forced her into the metal elevators, frowning at all who cared to be spectators as the doors closed and Usagi sounded her last whimper.
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The doors were locked. The windows were shut. And all Usagi could think about was fast her heart was beating. She knew the evening had arrived. She knew tonight, she would be forced to give her body up once again to the man who now owned her. She was still a slave to the male species, and no matter how far she tried to run, she could never run fast enough.
Mamoru removed the tie from around his collar. "Tonight was the night," he thought to himself. Her stared at her while she sat beside the fireplace. She was trembling from fear and exhaustion. Was he really going to put her through this? Was he really going to force her to give up her body to him tonight, after all that had just happened? Besides, he probably scared the living crap out of her only just half and hour ago, and already he was removing his clothes. How typical.
No. He wouldn't do that to her. He wouldn't do that to himself. She deserved better, this one. She wasn't like the rest. There was something more to her. Something purer. She was unlike the other females he had taken in and slept with. They hadn't been raped. Well, most of them at least, but they had never experienced a horrible childhood and past like Usagi had. After all, she must have been a walking miracle. Was he really going to break her spirit and take that all away because his dick couldn't control itself? No, never. He had more respect for the female species. Way more respect than Diamond ever had.
Taking a deep sigh, Mamoru approached Usagi. Her eyes grew wide. Her heart practically leaped out of her chest, diving head first for the fire in the hearth. Then, he gently picked her up.
Naturally, Usagi kicked at first. She decided now was the time to defend herself. She couldn't back there in the elevator, and she hadn't managed to for most of her life. Now, she would. "Get your hands off of me, Mr. Chiba. I don't care who you are. I don't give a crap that you're the freakin head manager of this slave business. I don't care that I've been nothing but a useless sex slave for my entire life. I don't care. Get your hands off of me now!" She kicked and screamed and hollered and yelled until finally, Mamoru simply placed her on the bed and walked out into the living room.
Usagi blinked. Was he really going to give up? Hope seeped into her heart until he returned with a handful of blankets and pillows. "You'll sleep alone tonight. You've been through enough on your first day. If you need me, I'll be in the living room."
She couldn't believe it. She absolutely couldn't believe it. He wasn't going to touch her, to feel her up, nor was he going to hurt her like the rest. Acting against her own wishes, she followed him into the living room. "But why? I thought there was that stupid tradition that the slaver was supposed to sleep with his newest slave on the first day that she arrived?" She saw regret. She felt guilt. He had spared her, and she actually had the nerve to question his motives. "I'm not a disrespectful bastard, Usagi. I'm not like Diamond. Now, I said go to bed, and you will sleep alone until you're willing to give yourself to me. But from now on, I'll be sleeping on the couch." Her eyes grew wide. She was spared again. She felt joy, happiness, and chance. This man was different. He was positively different than all the others, and this time, Usagi respected difference. She strutted back into the bedroom and shut the door, sending herself flying onto the bed and falling asleep immediately.
Mamoru was left to his thoughts. He knew he wouldn't get any sleep, not with Usagi in his bedroom, sleeping alone. He felt shameful, but proud at the same time. He had made the right choice, and he knew that the right choice was always rewarded. He'd just have to wait patiently for his reward, but for now, he'd have to live off of no sleep and a mind full of thoughts. Maybe it was okay that he hadn't slept with her. He'd done the right thing, breaking the tradition. After all, some traditions were made to be broken.
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She awoke the next morning to find a stack of buttermilk pancakes and a few strips of sizzling bacon before her very eyes. The scent was alluring and it made Usagi's mouth water with anticipation. Then, she met his eyes.
They were a lot more gentle this morning. It seemed that he had gotten over the little argument with Diamond and had decided to do something special for his new slave. Perhaps it was a bribe, perhaps it wasn't, but no matter, Usagi appreciated the gesture. He actually made her breakfast. No one had ever taken the time to even toss her a box of cereal, but to make her a hand-made and whole-hearted breakfast; she was deeply touched.
He was sitting along the edge of the bedside. He had taken the liberty of waking up extra early to meet with Diamond, lay out a few rules to his "buddy," and had given the maids a few extra hours off, as well as a few new spankings on the butt, but hey, Mamoru had to get some kind of action to make up for his loss last night. After all, those maids did look rather tempting in those short, skimpy shorts of theirs. He was surprised with himself that he didn't push at least two of those maids into a broom closet for the few short minutes that he had to spare. Instead, he had chosen to take those few extra minutes and make a hearty breakfast for Usagi.
For some reason, she was growing on him. It was dangerous to say just yet, but there was something way more than attraction in those big, bright blue eyes of his. He could tell. It scared him deep down. What if she really would end up being more than just his slave in the future? Could he really be able to handle something like that? Was his heart stable enough to manage a relationship with a girl that had been brutally beaten over and over in her life?
All she could do was stare at him. There were truly no words to tell him that could express her happiness and gratitude. For once, someone else was at her service, and for once, she felt cared for.
The thought flowed through her brain like an electric current. She brought her arms up to reach and clasp behind his neck, embracing him for the first time since she arrived. His eyes grew wide. Never had he ever felt such appreciation from a woman, not since his mother was alive.
His straight and shocked line for lips slowly curved and turned into a bright smile. He could feel her happiness through her embrace, although at the moment, he was thinking deeper thoughts. He could also feel her body pressed tightly against his. His arousal grew large and hard, but he kept mind to release her from the embrace just in time before he let his lower anatomy take control. "I hope you enjoy it. Now, I'll be in the shower, getting ready for the long day ahead of us." Usagi nodded blankly, now realizing that he had said "us." That meant, to her natural common sense, that she would be included in his daily schedule. She wasn't exactly sure if she should be honored or angry.
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He stripped down from his denim jeans and faded navy blue t-shirt. The feeling she caused him was much more than he had expected, and all they had ever done so far was hug, with the exception of his informal excuse for a kiss last night. Still, it wasn't like they had shared sex yet, much less touch or grope one another.
The passion he felt for her since he first saw her had been intense lust. Now, it surpassed that in many ways more than one.
Turning the hot and cold water knobs slowly to measure just the right amount of warmth, Mamoru stepped inside the glass doors and into the heat that seemed to console him like a lover. Oh, this was what he had been wanting. Hot showers after a brief confrontation with his lustful, and soon to be willing, companion. It was like he had just finished participating in a long and luxurious bout of sex, but instead, all he managed to get from Usagi was a measly hug, but even that was enough to satisfy his heart.
The shower was comforting, inviting, manipulative. He felt as if he could spend all day in the water, washing away the burdens of his short day. First, there was the issue of demanding that Diamond let loose the fantasy of Usagi. He pretty much made his point once he had pushed his friend against the wall and had thrust his fists up against the hollow of Diamond's neck. Threats were made from both opposing teams, yet while Mamoru frowned, Diamond grinned. That was what ate at Mamoru's mind currently. He hated the way that Diamond would casually smirk and say that he would back off, only to let himself and others down by kidnapping his friends' slaves and laying his grubby hands on them. After that, there seemed to be no control over him.
He sighed. It seemed to be the only thing that he could do about the situation. It was either sigh and forget it, or cry like a baby and make a fool of yourself. No matter; it wouldn't change Diamond's mind for anything. He would still continue to steal, ravage, throw out. It was his usual manner towards the women he stole from his "friends." There was never the occasion that he gave up on a mission he had first started. Now, his mission was Usagi, and Mamoru felt that this time, it was his duty to take a stand and not give up.
He felt the cold brush of the morning breeze dance across his glistening skin. He stared into his reflection in the steam-covered mirror, and it stared right back at him. He wasn't a man of bland details. He had a figure of golden bronze, carved out of an imaginary block of copper. He had a chest and torso built tough with steel and iron, and those legs of his appeared as though they had been through thick, thin, Heaven, and Hell. He had the look of a fighter, that was for sure, although his light blue eyes added that soft touch to his thick-boned jaw. His lips were stained dark pink from the shower heat, but during the day, they were light and soft, almost feminine with just the right hint of male to make all the girls flutter around in excitement. He was truly handsome.
Wrapping the thin towel around his waist, Mamoru reached for the bathroom knob and turned it, breathing in the cool air from the cold atmosphere. The window was opened, the pale gray curtains flying around, as if reaching for a hand to grab on, and there was her. Her, the beautiful, delightful, and smiling figure; Usagi. She laid comfortably on his bed, her legs curled across one another as she read from one of Mamoru's hidden comics which she had obviously searched for and found, and her face was straight, yet her eyes danced joyfully with glee. This was how he liked her, soft, pleasant, and unaware of the danger she was causing him. And definently unaware of what he planned to do about it.
He spoke her name, quietly, gently, kindly," Usagi." Her gaze shifted from the third page to the comic to his face. There was something about the way that he smiled at her, something about the way that he examined her, and there was something about the way that he stepped closer, dangerously closer. It was true, she felt grateful to him that he had created for her what was now laying empty on the floor beside the bed, but she wasn't about to give him everything just because of some little breakfast scene, no matter how delicious those pancakes were, and although his eyes were tempting her, reeling her into his arms just now, she felt no reason to be here.
But why was she feeling all giddy? Her heart had betrayed her, taking leaps and bounds throughout her chest, overruling her mind and common sense and insisting that she stand from the bed and approach him like he was approaching her. Soft, careless, romantic. But was romance what she wanted? After all, she was only there to serve him, not woo him or be wooed by him.
'Now!' her emotions screamed, sending her charging into his arms, seeking refuge there, hidden in that manly chest of his. Oh how she longed to be under it. Of course, she had watched out of the corner of her eye how he entered the room, wearing that excuse for a towel. Of course it had aroused her to no end. Of course all she cared about right now was having him take her, and having her take him back.
Mamoru stared down at the girl, clutching tightly to him. No, not girl, for she was purely woman. She was his woman. No one would change that, and for a second, Mamoru almost believed it. He stared down at her, wishing that he could discover her and find out just how much woman she had in her. Tilting her chin up with his soft fingers, he gazed deeply in her eyes. He could tell she was ready, ready for him to take her and make her the one he had searched so long for to find. The same thoughts came straight to his head. Was she really the one that he had been longing for, and did she really want him to make her his one and only? They hadn't even done anything. It was ludicrous. Absolute ludicrous. And for some reason, he didn't mind it a bit.
He found that her lips were soft and delicate, just like he remember from yesterday when he had first kissed her. Needless to say, the second kiss was much more detailed. Swarms of bursting emotions fluttered like butterflies in the pit of Usagi's stomach. Had she ever felt like this? Was this a new experience? Was she willing to try it? Thoughts and questions flowed through her mind like a river, but her heart became the dam and blocked out everything besides the hot feeling that currently ran through her blood. She felt his touch. She knew he felt the same. She knew he wanted her, and she had the suspicion that he knew she wanted him as well.
Suddenly, she felt an explosion of wild, primal urges race throughout her body. She grabbed him from around the neck and brought him closer, just close enough to linger on his lips, sample him as he had sampled her. He tasted dark, like coffee and chocolate. He was delicious, she concluded, and reached for the knot that held up his towel.
Now, it lay no more upon his body, but below him, pooled out over his feet. He was naked, but he didn't care. It seemed only natural that he could be comfortable in front of Usagi. It was like the past had been repeated, and with this thought, it only made him want her more. Reaching up, down, and around for the material that left them separated, Mamoru stripped down each and every article of clothing that Usagi wore. Now, she was naked, and she couldn't care less.
He grabbed her quickly, holding her in his arms like it was the first time, the only time. She felt warmth and welcome here. His arms were inviting, as well as the rest of his body. His mouth roamed, searched, seeked. What he wanted to find, he decided would be better on top of the bed. He'd do it right this time, he'd do it right with her. As he held her, they only seemed to dance and sway until they both rocked on top of the bed, him above her and her below him. He kissed her mouth, her neck, her throat, and stopped at her breasts. He lingered there longer, flicking his tongue across her stiffened nipples, finding her just as much as aroused as he was. He tasted her there, suckling on her as a young child would after birth. She moaned for him, came for him as the orgasm ripped through her. Then, she felt the impatient fingers that found her wet and moist. They were rough, hard, and exciting. All in all, Usagi became even more aroused than she was.
He knew now was the time. They both stared into each other's eyes. It was a connection that screamed, "Now!" and he plunged deep inside her. She blinked wide with shock and excitement. Mamoru watched her, waiting for her signal to go on. When he saw it, he moved slowly, allowing them both to set the pace. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as if encouraging him to go a bit faster now that she had gotten used to his movements. He understood and moved, fluently, and went on and on until he released himself inside her, moaning aloud his orgasms as she did with hers, and together, they became one.
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Warmth, happiness, love. She felt it all, right here, nestled tenderly in his arms. Oh yes, Mamoru had his rough moments, but when he cared to be kind, he sure was soft. A smile developed sleepily across her face and she gazed up towards him. He was so beautiful.
Large, billowing muscles stretched gorgeously over his torso. His skin still gleamed from the sweat of his recent shower and became the mark of a couple's passion, but it only added to the sexiness of his manly features. His hair was also still soaked from the shower, but the daylight sun had begun to dry it. It seemed darker than usual, almost exotic and dominant. His eyes were the only soft things that he offered just by first appearance. His arms were like steel, clutching her tightly like a possession he hadn't yet chosen to give up, nor would he ever. Usagi could clearly define each bulge and line of his body, from the tops of his bulky shoulders to his lean torso, then down to the creases along his pelvis bone, then to those long, lanky yet beefed legs, along with the gift in between them; a gift he had received at birth, and oh how Usagi adored that gift. She decided that she would worship whoever had given him such a lovely portion of the male anatomy.
He watched her blush and felt himself blush as well. He had caught her sneaking at him from under the covers, with pleasure in her eyes and a misty passion that he had filled recently. Wisps of wet, stringy hair clung to her face, and her body smelled faintly of yesterday's perfume and Irish Spring. He had done this, he supposed; he knew. She was his, if not forever, then for the time being. He was quite sure that not only had he filled her emotions with a new feeling, but he had packed on another one on himself as well. Was it love? Not quite, definently not. It was too soon, but there had been cases of love at first sight, right? Romeo and Juliet had fallen in love at first sight, but truthfully, it was lust at first sight. That Friar Lawrence was right. Men's love does really live in their eyes, not their hearts. It begins there and often stays there, but for Mamoru, would he end up just plain lusting after Usagi? Wasn't there something deeper than that that they had shared earlier? He knew that there were three words that were awfully close to slipping from his tongue. Three words he had chosen never to say to a woman he had taken to bed unless he was for sure that she deserved them, and was sure that he had deserved them too.
A faint whimper of lust came from Usagi. He turned to watch her, staring at him and his body from under the covers. He smiled, glad that he could have caused her to feel so pleasured by what he looked like, and even by what he did. Grabbing her and pulling her up by the waist, he felt himself give way to the tension his body was giving in to. Her body felt so wonderful in his arms and he planned on making this not the only time they would share something so miraculous.
Her gaze shifted to his. Her eyes, those dark pools of blue, blinked deeply at him. This only made him smile more. "My Usagi, my beautiful, delightful, delicious Usagi." With these words, he nibbled at her shoulders. He heard her squeal, wondering if it was because of his adorable hunger or by the feeling of his manhood growing large as it lay beside her leg. He decided it could possibly be a tie, and he simply didn't care. As long as he heard that giggle again, that sexy giggle, he could live.
She felt privileged to be able to curl up next to him and nuzzle. "Mmm, you're cuddly." They both smiled at each other. It was another bond to one another. It was a bond that Usagi wanted to just post up on her memory bank's walls and keep there, glancing that it every now and then like a lovely picture. It was sincerity that had brought on this connection, and it was attraction that seemed to fill it.
Mamoru pulled her closer to him, anxious to feel the warmth of her body, but there was something on Usagi's mind that distracted her from his kind and gentle gesture. A thought ran straight to her brain, sending worry and doubt straight to her heart. Would things be the same between them? Oh, she wished they wouldn't. She didn't want to be considered someone's sex slave anymore, and she hoped that Mamoru would be generous enough to see through her past and its horrible pleasures and keep her close by his side, though she decided Hell might have to pay for it.
Well, I hope you enjoyed that little chapter. If you have any comments on my style of writing, whether it sucks or not, just e-mail me. My e-mail is in the section with my information in author's stats. Like I said earlier, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I should be composing my newest chapter soon. Thanks. JLY! Bunny Moonstar ^.^