Black Moon Triumphant

The dark haired girl sat on the stage, the intensity of the lights glaring down on her young form. Naked, but for the dark green collar she always wore, she blinked against the lights and tried to make out the features of the small club. It was filled to capacity with wealthy, horny business men all staring back at her. The only other occupants of the room that she could see were her three friends; two of them were busy serving the crowd with every available orifice their nubile bodies had to offer. The third, the erstwhile Sailor Venus, kneeled next to her, eyes on the ground as she waited to fulfill her part of this grotesque play. There was one more person here; somewhere out of sight, her mistress, Esmeraude watched the show begin. The former Sailor Senshi of Mars spread her legs wide and flicked her finger across her clitoris, stimulating herself, not for her own pleasure, but for that of her mistress’s. Esmeraude, Queen of the Dark Kingdom, owned Rei Hino and her three friends. Once they had opposed her, fighting in defense of Sailor Moon, princess of the past and future Moon Kingdom, but now they served only their dark Queen’s perverse whims. At present it was the emerald haired woman’s desire that she please the men who could pay handsomely for the bodies of the four young slaves. She played her part deftly, although numb on the inside, her full, inviting lips spread across her face in a lustful grin. She winked and kissed the air in the direction of various men, begging them to sate their desires on her.

Some time ago, she was unsure of exactly when, Mars and her friends had been captured and after months of torture and abuse, they had submitted their minds and bodies to the Queen. Now each of them served willingly, competing with each other, debasing themselves in the most degrading ways to gain the temporary and inconsistent favors their mistress would bestow. For the longest time they had remained in the 30th Century, captives in the palace of their masters, but a few weeks ago they had been brought back to the Tokyo of the 20th Century and Esmeraude had put them to work in a small club she had built, ironically not far from the homes they had each lived at in their previous life. No attempt to escape had been made by any of the girls; their time as defenders of the earth was all but forgotten. They lived for the approval of one woman.

She moaned seductively as her womanhood moistened, glistening in the light. Now the show began in earnest. The first of the men climbed on stage, their erections swelled and ached for the release that the masturbating girl would happily grant. The first one to reach her, a small, pathetic example of a man, grabbed her hair and forced her mouth around his equally pathetic manhood. A few quick sucks and he was finished. Extracting himself from her, he grunted loudly and spurted his seed across the beautiful face of the seated girl. The warm, sticky sensation hit her cheek and she blinked instinctively but she had no time to think about it as she moved hungrily to the next rigid cock. Out of the corner of her eye she observed her beautiful, blonde friend pleasuring three men with her mouth and hands. She, like Mercury and Jupiter were only there to prepare the men for her. Another load of semen splashed on her soft skin and a third dick found its way into her orifice. She couldn’t see any faces, she didn’t need to. All that mattered was that she brought each of these men to orgasm. Her mistress desired it.

There was now a circle of men around her, the ones she could not stimulate did so themselves. Within moments a pair of groaning patrons had deposited more cum on her upturned face. The musky smell of the men and their sexual achievement assaulted her nostrils. She was now half blind, her left eye shut tightly against the thick goo that covered her lid so she did not see her companion crawl through the ring of men and take her place at the raven haired girl’s side. The men slapped the creeping girl’s ass and called out lewdly but neither of them responded; Mars sat and took ever more of their ejaculate and Venus began scooping the runoff from her chest, collecting it in a shallow dish.

Mars found herself in the corner of her mind that she frequented during each of the torments Esmeraude dreamed up for them. She did not think, she only responded to stimuli; the pulsing of an erection, the spray of still more sperm, the guiding hand of another man, directing her toward his crotch. Venus did her job dutifully; collecting every drop that rolled off of her friend’s heavily coated face. When possible, she’d suck the random penises that pressed against her lips, but their salty, thick contents were not hers to enjoy today. Soon her bowl was filled, in a moment she deposited the pungent humors into a large, clear container sitting by her side. It filled to a quarter and she returned to her friend’s sticky body.

Mars had lost count of the number of men who had jizzed on her face, but still the crowd had not diminished. She sweated and gasped for air between each man’s orgasm for she did not have much time before her throat would again be invaded. Every once in a while the salty juices slid into her mouth, she simply pushed it out with her tongue and let it run down her chin. She had been explicitly directed not to swallow. The girl was unsure how she felt about semen; she had only recently been introduced to it. Until now her mistress had not let a man touch her, preferring instead to keep her slaves for her own use. Since being brought back to Tokyo she had felated a number of men, but she had always spit the contents of her mouth out at her mistress’s orders. Evidently swallowing was not a privilege her clients were allowed to pay for. The taste had initially disgusted her, but like the sweet flavor of her mistress’s femininity, she had grown accustomed to it.

By now the number of men were finally beginning to reduce, Venus had emptied the contents of her bowl twice more and the cum nearly filled the large container by her side. A few moments later, the last man ejaculated on her and the blonde mixed the last of it with the rest. Sailor Mars sat, both eyes now closed, stinking of male fluid. She sparkled in the light and waited for the next phase.

A moment later her friend kissed her sticky cheek and sucked noisily, collecting what remained on the girl. Venus was thorough, a few moments and Mars’s face had been licked clean, or at least as clean as was possible. She opened her eyes and looked into her comrade’s beautiful blue eyes. Her mouth was shut tight and her cheeks bulged as she held the remnants of the men’s efforts in her mouth. The two sets of lips met and the young women kissed deeply. Despite the taste of the many men, she could make out the blonde’s own unique flavor as their tongues intertwined, sloshing the goo between them. Finally, the former senshi of love pulled away from her friend leaving Mars with the mouthful of sperm, shuffled to the side so that the now seated audience could see, and brought the container up from the floor and under Mars’s chin. On cue the contents of her mouth was emptied and the jug was full. The unpleasant odor wafted into her nose and instinctively she recoiled in disgust, but she knew what was next.

Scanning the room she saw the crowd staring at her eagerly, though each had climaxed, they had not been satisfied. Jupiter and Mercury lounged in the laps of a pair of men, kissing and rubbing their naked bodies against them, but Mars could see they were being ignored. The dark haired slave remained the center of attention. A handful of the men trained cameras on her. Had they always had them? She could now see her green haired mistress in the corner, her red fan covering her mouth, silent for a change. This was the moment that all had come to see. Taking the container from her friend, she pressed her lips against the edge of the bowl. She held her breath and her stomach tightened as she tilted her head back and a viscous river of semen filled her mouth. Careful not to spill, she dipped the container as her mouth nearly overflowed and she braced for the act.
Swallowing for her first time, the girl almost wretched as the copious amount of sperm oozed slowly down her esophagus. Her eyes watered and her stomach turned but she fought to control herself. While warm, the taste was tolerable, but it had cooled and the flavor was wretched. In addition, the volume was unprecedented, its thickness almost choking her as it descended. Finally it settled heavily in her stomach. The girl managed a smile, although clearly she was not enjoying this. There was much more to go, however, and she brought the container back to her lips and took another draught.

She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the slimy feel of it over her tongue. She wished she could just pour it on her body and play with it. The men she had blown before got off on it and recently even Sailor Mars began to feel sexy, but Mistress Esmeraude had been quite clear. She would swallow it all. Opting to finish as quickly as possible, she gulped the vile cocktail until the last of it passed her lips. At last it was over, her stomach full, she set the container down in front of her and breathed heavily. The men cheered, Mars flushed and gave an uncomfortable bow. She was dizzy, her stomach was bloated and there was a lump in her throat that would not abate. Sailor Venus returned to her side and kissed her sticky lips to the delight of the crowd. Mars closed her eyes and kissed her back, they had found ways to support each other even as they served their common owner. Her stomach sloshed with each movement and the girl fought off another wave of nausea.

Presently the men ceased their applause and most got up to leave. Mistress Esmeraude’s laughter cut across the din.
“Shower up girls, we’ll be open in an hour.”

Though Sailor Mars already felt as though she had worked a full day, the performance had been a special, invitation only event. There would be a full slate of customers waiting for her soon. The girls stood, Mars steadied herself against the motion of the semen inside of her and turned to the wings of the stage, away from her audience. Her friends followed her and the men left the opposite direction. For a brief moment the girls were in private, away from their mistress’s eyes.

“How was it?” Mercury inquired.

“I think I’m going to throw up.” Choked the dismal girl.

Jupiter cut in somberly, “I overheard one of the customers say that this was going to be a regular event.”

The girl’s collectively shuddered, each fearing that next time would be her turn. They dared not defy their mistress but that didn’t mean they were always happy about the way she used them.

They reached the private showers and the three others began cleaning themselves in preparation for tonight. The dark haired girl did indeed vomit, it turned out cum tasted no better coming up then it did going down. After heaving for a few minutes the slave’s stomach was empty. She flushed the toilet and prayed that her Queen would not be angry. She joined her friends and under the steaming showers she scrubbed the now dried remains of the party off of her skin and worked it out of her hair. Looking around at her friends’ naked bodies, the girl thought about her situation. It was not entirely unpleasant, although she had been a virgin when she had been enslaved; she had since slept with her friends and her queen countless times. Until recently she had never been penetrated by a man, but the vast assortment of sexual toys Esmeraude kept on hand had spread her womanly folds on a daily basis.

Over the last few weeks her body had been rented out and filled by men of all shapes and sizes. Some treated her kindly, even lovingly; it was a welcome change at times. Most were cruel or uncaring and simply used her for the moist holes she provided, however. But it didn’t matter, pleasing them pleased her mistress. She watched her friends wash and examined the small brands that each of them had on their left shoulder blades. Of course Mars had one too, it was her Queen’s symbol that marked them all as her personal property; each girl’s planetary symbol was ruled over by the crescent moon of her mistress’s clan. It had been intensely painful the day that Esmeraude has personally seared it into each of the girls but since then it had proved as a constant reminder that each of them served their mistress with all that they were. What else could they do? No longer were they free to make their own decisions, to go to school, to have crushes on cute boys. They were slaves, their value determined by their responsiveness to their mistress, the size of their breasts, and the tautness of their bodies.

*****

The girl’s finished cleaning themselves and as they dried off the door opened. Esmeraude entered, stylishly dressed in a tight, deep green miniskirt and a white, revealing blouse. These pathetic humans would never enjoy her body, that was King Demando’s privilege only, but that didn’t mean the woman didn’t enjoy the lustful glances of the patrons that she stole away from her young slaves. She fanned herself against the warm, moist air of the showers and smirked as her four thralls quickly surrounded her and knelt. It had taken time, but she had personally broken each girl and now they celebrated their servitude.

“Mars, I want to see you. The rest of you get to your rooms, I want satisfied clients.”

The girls responded in unison, three of them racing off, the fourth remained kneeling. When the two were alone, Esmeraude spun on her heels and directed her slave to follow. She did so and a few moment’s later they had reached the Queen’s office. Sailor Mars stood naked in the doorway and waited as her mistress took her seat. She pushed back her large chair and spread her legs revealing her bare womanhood, a small patch of green hair her only covering. The girl knew from lots of experience what that meant. She walked over to her sitting queen and returned to her knees. Esmeraude hiked up her skirt and her slave went to work. The women’s lips met and Mars’s tongue ran up and down the feminine crease of her owner’s pussy.

Not so long ago, when she was as near a normal teenager as she had ever been, burying her tongue in another woman’s folds would have repulsed Rei Hino, but it had become as natural as breathing. She had become intimately acquainted with the tight, nubile bodies of her three friends, but she had also learned how to serve her queen expertly. Plunging her fingers deep inside of the woman, she flushed with joy as her attentions were rewarded by the luscious moans that escaped Esmeraude’s lips. She winced as her hair was pulled and shifted her attention to her mistress’s swollen clit, sucking it greedily doing everything she could to bring her Queen closer to the edge.

Esmeraude’s honey on her face, Sailor Mars pulled her face away from her mistress’s highly aroused crotch and gasped for breath. Her cheeks were pink with desire and she looked up in search of praise.

“Don’t stop, slave!” demanded the reclining queen.

Again her hair was pulled and Mars’s face was plunged between Esmeraude’s legs. Redoubling her efforts, Mars sucked the green haired woman’s pearl even faster and thrust her digits deeper into her. The young girl used her free hand to massage her own aching slit, her fingers slipping through her tight folds. Drinking in the scent of arousal that filled the room, Mars lost herself in the act. Only the ecstatic moans of her Mistress’s orgasm and the sudden squeeze of her milky thighs brought the girl back to the present. She felt the contractions of Esmeraude’s walls around her fingers and felt still more feminine juices on her lips. The dark haired girl masturbated furiously in an attempt to catch up and fought for air as Esmeraude’s hand drove Mars’s face deeper into her crotch.

Finally, Esmeraude sighed with delight and relaxed her hold on the kneeling girl. She glowed with accomplishment and looked down to see the girl meeting her eyes, for the second time that evening her face was sticky with fluids.

“That’s a good little slut.” Esmeraude stroked the girl’s long, beautiful hair and watched her melt in her hand. The Queen smirked, no matter what humiliation she heaped on them they would squeal with glee and beg for more. She had trained them well.

“Go pick out a toy and sit down.” She said as she straightened her skirt. Mars hopped to her feet and retrieved a pink, two pronged vibrator then sat in the older woman’s lap. Esmeraude took the toy from her and flicked it on to full power. Sailor Mars spread her legs and quivered with anticipation as the humming device was pressed against her wetness. With a firm thrust Esmeraude buried the device deep inside of her toy. Immediately the girl responded, she howled blissfully and wriggled in her lap, so much so that Esmeraude had to drop her fan to keep her in place.

Horrified, the disgraced Sailor Senshi apologized profusely and tried to retrieve it. Esmeraude pinched her nipple brutally and admonished her. The girl would pay for that, but right now she didn’t need her fan. She simply drove the pulsing toy deeper into her pussy, the second tip pushing against her anus. Mars could not hold her elation in; she screamed and shifted with every flick of her mistress’s wrist.

“M-mistress!!” Mars was close but she was not allowed the privilege of cumming without consent. Just then Esmeraude pulled the plastic plaything from her living plaything leaving Sailor Mars on a razor thin edge. She wouldn’t climax if she knew what was good for her.

“Get off me.” The emerald haired woman said icily.

Sailor Mars hurried to obey. She fell to her knees in front of the woman and scrambled to retrieve the fallen fan and offered it contritely. Puffing with ravenous arousal, the kneeling slave bit her lip trying to focus. She had displeased her Queen and she braced for the inevitable punishment. Gods! Her body begged for release.

Esmeraude snatched the object from Mars’s hands and slapped her hard across the face. “You filthy bitch! Look at what you did to my skirt!”

The confused slave reeled, both from the blow and the abuse. Wasn’t the fan the issue? Of course Mistress’s skirt was soaked, hadn’t she been ordered to sit in her lap? Why couldn’t she cum? The girl’s heart pounded in her ears and she rubbed her thighs together trying to subdue the throbbing below.

“I-I’m sorry Mistress!” She moaned plaintively. She wanted to beg for just one more minute with the vibrator but even through the fog of her lust she was smart enough not to test the already angry woman.

“You want to cum don’t you, slave?” She taunted, switching gears faster then the girl could follow.

“Y-yes.” She struggled.

“Disgusting whore.”

Sailor Mars nodded shamefully.

“Say it.” The queen demanded with a wicked grin.

“I… I’m a disgusting whore.” The girl couldn’t hide from the truth. Hadn’t she just swallowed cum from a hundred men?

“And my slave.”

“Yes, Mistress, your slave!”

“And what a slave wants doesn’t matter to her Mistress.” Her voice dripped with cruelty. “Get to your room; you’ve got a customer scheduled soon.”

The naked girl bowed low to the ground, placating her queen. Mars’s body craved attention but she knew it existed only for Esmeraude’s desires, not her own. She leapt up and raced from the office, eager to get to work if only to quench the unsatisfied lust burning between her legs.

*****

The still naked and very wet Sailor Mars walked up the stairs to where the private bedrooms were, hurrying to make her appointment. She still had to get dressed and ready to serve whatever desires her customer could imagine. Passing her friends room’s she could hear them already at work. She knew Venus was busy with one of her regulars, apparently some sort of local artist. He had tried to convince her to come away with him but Mars knew she was as dedicated to her mistress as Mars was herself. Mercury never talked about her customers but the dark haired girl could clearly hear her moaning in feigned ecstasy behind the closed door. Jupiter seemed to attract the masochists, probably due to her large stature. It never ceased to amaze Sailor Mars how much these men would pay to willfully be beaten by her brunette friend. The Sailor Slaves got their fair share of beatings at their mistress’s hand and none of them were in any hurry to receive extra punishment.

She entered her room, small but opulently decorated, and opened her closet. Just like her wardrobe in the 30th Century, she had numerous costumes and outfits to suit whatever her customers could dream up. Sometimes she knew in advance how she was to be dressed, but she hadn’t seen any specifics when she looked over her list earlier. She selected a clingy red cocktail dress with a long slit up one of the legs. She slipped a pair of matching silk panties over her long, smooth legs, but did not bother to clean herself up. Usually her customers couldn’t get her moist to save their lives, so best to help them along anyway she could. Besides, she found most men enjoyed the aroma of her desire lingering in the room. It helped them believe they had pleased her.

She put on the dress and turned to look at herself in the mirror, she knew she was naturally sexy, but with a little effort she could become the object of any man’s lustful fantasies. The tight dress accentuated her gorgeous curves and the plunging neckline made no secret of her heavenly valley. She quickly donned a pair of heels, much like the kind she used to wear as the Sailor of Mars. Returning to the mirror she noticed that her dark green collar did not match. Grudgingly she took it off of her slim neck and placed it carefully down on a night stand. At any other time, she would have been punished severely, but her mistress allowed it when she served her customers.

She stole a quick glance at the clock and squeaked in surprise, her appointment was in less then five minutes. She hurried to put on a modicum of makeup and only just finished applying it when a knock at the door came. She rose quickly and opened the door. The girl gasped in shock when she realized who it was.

“Yuichiro!”

“Rei-chan?!” came the equally shocked reply.

The dark haired woman took his hand and pulled him into the small room. Did her mistress know? Was this some kind of test or torment? Her heart pounded in her chest as her mind raced with the possibilities. Closing the door behind her, she flushed crimson with mortification and wished she could sink into the door. A thousand years in the future, separated from her friends and family, it had been easy to adjust to life as a slave. She had fought it at first but as her friends succumbed and the sting of shame dulled, she had learned to live with the reality of serving Esmeraude. Even when they had been returned to their home time she and her friends had not tried to escape; highschool and being Sailor Senshi had been a lifetime ago. Now, face to face with her old life, Rei didn’t know what to do.

“Rei-chan, when did you become a… a…”

“A prostitute?” She spun on her heels and faced him with a beaming smile. She couldn’t let him get dragged into this; Esmeraude would have no qualms about killing him if he tried to get her to leave with him.

Yuichiro nodded, unable to pronounce the word himself.

Rei closed the distance between them and pressed her body against his, knowing full well that he had long wanted to be in this position. She looked up into his face, masking her true feelings and staring deep into his brown eyes.

“The real question is, when did you start visiting prostitutes?” She stood on her toes and kissed him, she didn’t want to have this conversation. She felt his lips tremble hesitantly, but a moment later they opened and allowed her access into his mouth. In an instant, she felt him respond, she had learned how to please a man. Pushing her chest against his, she hoped he wouldn’t say anything else.

Yuichiro’s head was spinning; from the first moment he had met the young priestess, he had desired her, but could he really do this? He didn’t seem to have much choice as she pressed him onto the bed and he fell back onto the sheets. A burning sensation at the back of his brain told him that he should help her escape from her, bring her back home, stop her grandfather from worrying. But her skin was so warm and soft, she smelled so heavenly and her lips were so skilled. Closing his eyes, unable to fight his craving anymore, he wrapped his arms around her slim body and returned her kisses with the same passion with which he received them. He could feel her heat on his leg through the silk dress as she rubbed against him and his pants became terribly uncomfortable. He squirmed trying to make more room for himself and keep Rei from noticing but he failed miserably.

Pulling away for a breath, blushing both for the lack of oxygen and her own long dormant lust for the man, Rei felt his cock strain against its denim captivity, begging for her attention. Slinking off the bed and between his legs, she kissed him through his jeans and was rewarded by a deep, craving, groan. She quickly unbuckled his belt, striped him of his pants and was greeted by his copious manhood, ready for her skilled touch. She had seen plenty of men during her short time in her new profession, but never had she felt any yearning for what they had to offer. Her mistress’s had thus far been the only person that could truly turn her on, but Yuichiro’s length, centimeters from her face, brought her to the height of arousal. She could feel her own wetness down below, and licked her lips in preparation for the feast.

“Rei-chan.” Yuichirou sat up and looked into her eyes. He was overcome with wanting but she could see that he was still vainly trying to fight it. She would end this battle right now. Taking his dick deep into her small mouth, she felt him shudder as he thumped against the back of her throat. She remembered gagging violently when Mistress Esmeraude had made her and her friends practice for the first time before arriving back in the 20th Century, but before long she had mastered the art of deep throating and now she could swallow any man effortlessly. He moaned loudly as she began to fellate him in earnest.

Yuichirou’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt Rei’s tight, wet, mouth on his shaft. He panted heavily as she quickly bobbed her head up and down in his lap, her luxurious hair glinting in the low light the only thing he could focus on. He had often imagined this as he stole glances at her during her meditations, forcing him to throw himself into his labors or run back to his room for some much needed release, but now it was happening. At least he was sure it was, could this be an intensely vivid dream? Rei had disappeared over a year ago; no letters, no phone calls. Had she always been so close? Pleasing men every night the way she was doing him now? He didn’t want to believe that was true, but there was no denying that this was the best blow job he had ever gotten.

The dark haired girl could not hold herself back anymore. Her panties were soaked and her femininity demanded the satisfaction it had been cheated of earlier. Unhappily, she stopped sucking him so that she could stand. In a moment she had removed her underwear and her paramour took that moment to remove his shirt. Rei took a brief second to appreciate his chest, hard from long hours at her grandfather’s shrine, before straddling him and separating herself on his equally hard cock. She gasped in delight as she felt herself become full. It was easily one of the largest objects that had been inside of her that Esmeraude had not personally inserted. She clenched her walls around him and bounced up and down in his lap as the two moaned and panted, each desperately trying to take more of the other.

Yuichiro held her tight, he had finally found her and wasn’t about to let her go. He couldn’t believe how amazing she felt. It was true, he had purchased his share of time with women, but none were as gorgeous and skilled as she. He flipped her onto her back and took over the work, pounding into her with every bit of his strength, struggling to maintain himself. Rei wanted him, this wasn’t the way any of the others had felt, no matter how much they feigned interest.

Rei was equally amazed at the vigor with which she was being taken. Her customers seldom lasted more then a few minutes, many less then that. Upside down and with the weight of her temporary lover battering her it was difficult to see, but she was sure her hour with him must be almost up.

“Oh gods, don’t let this end!” was the last thought she could remember before her mind went blank and she lost control of her body. She cried out sweetly in orgasmic release as her was rocked by torrents of pleasure and wild spasms. Through the stupor of her bliss she was only just aware of him reaching his own peak inside of her. He fell on top of her with a groan and the two panted and moaned on top of each other as their shared achievement subsided.

It had been a long time since Rei Hino had felt like anything more then a slave, desiring only her mistress’s pleasure. The already countless men that had been inside of the young girl were faceless, forgettable and simply part of her job. But Yuichiro had been everything they weren’t. Her mistress had taken her virginity and her customers had fucked her, but was this making love? As they lay together, tightly embracing in their post-coital exhaustion, the girl felt different. She couldn’t push her own feelings away as she had been trained to; she wanted to be back home, her friends and family at her side, free to live as a normal young woman again. She snuggled closer to him and kissed his neck, enjoying her fantasy for a moment longer.
Just then, the alarm on her dresser brought her back to reality, she had another customer soon.

“That was great, Yuichiro. Come see me again sometime, ok?”

“But, Rei-chan!” He cried out in alarm. “You’ve got to come home!”

Rei fought to maintain her composure, she desperately wanted to, but it wasn’t safe for him to be saying things like this. Her mistress likely had ears everywhere. She had to make him leave, now.

“I like it here.” She smiled as she shifted his weight gently off of her.

The chestnut haired man was incredulous, “You can’t be serious!”

“Why not? A girl can’t like sex?” She countered.

“But you’re a-“

“I’m a whore!” She said with finality. “A slut for money! I fuck anyone who can pay! Do I have to remind you, you just paid for it?” She wanted to cry, she wished he would just leave.

“Rei-chan.” He said sorrowfully.

She hated this, she wanted to leave with him, with the rest of her friends, but she had to make him go. Adjusting her wrinkled dress, she dropped the edge to her voice. “Don’t worry about me, I’m happy here. And you can come see me anytime, we’ll have even more fun!” She winked at him.

The young man picked up his clothes and got dressed wordlessly, he couldn’t even look at her anymore. He had always had a crush on her, but she was so different now. The sweet, innocent Rei-chan he had known was now selling herself and she wouldn’t let him help her. How could he tell her grandfather? Could he ever bring himself to see her again? Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, he finished putting his clothes on and silently walked to the door. He turned back to her one last time, he had to admit, if she felt any shame or remorse for being what she was, she didn’t show it. She had changed into an erotic, black lingerie set and was busy reapplying her makeup.

“Come home soon, Rei-chan.” He said sorrowfully as he exited the room. Her smiling face the last thing he saw before shutting the door.

The click of the latch shook the girl to her core. He was gone. Her cheerful pretense disappeared and she stared at herself bleakly in the mirror. Mistress Esmeraude had been the only thing in Rei’s mind for so long, but all at once she had rediscovered her own, long dormant, emotions. Yuichiro was safe, and with that knowledge she remembered what it felt like to protect people, to put herself in danger for a greater good, how she had once felt as a Sailor Senshi.

Of course, this was all nonsense. She reminded herself of what she was, she and her friends. Rei picked up her eyeliner and began to reapply it; her next appointment would be hear any moment. The beautiful, dark haired girl brushed a tear from her cheek and readied herself for her next customer.