Black Moon Triumphant

The train squealed to a halt and the doors opened with a hiss. Without a moment’s pause, dozens of passengers flooded off, ready to get home after a long day’s work. Ami Mizuno’s job was just beginning, however. Pushing her way onto the Yamanote Line, the blue haired girl boarded the train car amid the jostling of the other passengers. Once on, she waded through the deluge of afternoon travelers towards the center of the car and reached up to grab hold of a dangling handle. Given the crowd, the support probably wasn’t necessary, but having something to clutch onto would help with what she was about to go through.

The announcer came on over the speaker and called out the next round of stops. It didn’t matter to the girl, she wasn’t headed anywhere, what she was looking for would come to her. It didn’t take long, as the train began to move Ami felt a hand on her bare leg. She was wearing a short, blue skirt and a light grey, low cut blouse. As per her orders, she wore no panties, her sacred place utterly undefended. Certainly, this was no way an aspiring doctor and world class genius would dress in public, but her choice of clothes was no longer hers to make. Shame coursed through her as the hand rubbed up and down her thigh. Tokyo lines were no place for a woman; unable to move due to the absurdly packed cars, hundreds of women were groped on a daily basis. In many cases, it was impossible to determine who was doing the groping and a woman was forced to choose between a humiliating and fruitless trip to the police station or silently enduring the perverted molestations of a faceless degenerate.

Had she a choice in the matter, she would have immediately grabbed the hand and raised it high in the air, announcing to the entire car what was going on. Unfortunately she was here for just this reason; Mistress Esmeraude had taken her to the station so she would be molested. More then that, the young girl was supposed to encourage the men and allow them to go as far as they liked. She gritted her teeth as the hand slipped under her skirt for the first time. She felt the hand squeeze her ass and she gripped her handle harder, unable to do anything else.

It had been a hard transition for Ami, the weakest physically but the strongest mentally, she had never truly surrendered to Esmeraude, but she was smart enough to know when she was beaten. She obeyed, but she did so without the zeal and submission that her friends had taken to. It had gotten her into trouble and been terribly painful for her as her friends became more and more unrecognizable but still she fought on, determined to keep Esmeraude’s victory from being entirely complete. She held out hope that someday she would find a way to free herself and her comrades.

At last, the hand discovered her uncovered pussy. She sucked in a breath as an intense sensation erupted from between her legs. She was not the least bit aroused, but the fingers began excitedly plunging between her lips. It was uncomfortable, humiliating and despicable. Again she felt the desire to cry out and alert the car that a pervert was in their midst, but she knew too well that Esmeraude was watching her from somewhere in the crowd. She shifted awkwardly and worked her arm to her back, dreading what she was about to do.

Hikaru couldn’t believe his luck. This cute little teenager standing in front of him hadn’t ratted him out, wasn’t wearing any panties and was now stroking him through his pants; it was like something out of an erotic manga. His career as a chikan hadn’t been the smoothest, several times he had had to flee a train station, hiding his face and making a break for the nearest alley, narrowly avoiding the authorities. But today he had struck gold, this little slut seemed to be as into it as he was. He unzipped his slacks and guided her small hand onto his erect cock, she stroked it vigorously and the young businessman had to stifle a moan. As crowded as the trains were during rush hour, few people ever made a sound. The omnipresent beeping of cell phones were the loudest noise in the cabin and they simply couldn’t cover up the noise of unrestrained lust. He shifted slightly with what room was available to him and positioned himself more behind the blue haired girl. His fingers finally began to work their magic as he felt her moisten slightly. He wished he could just throw her down and fuck her on one of the seats, the gawking of the crowd would have been just as arousing as the girl’s squirming body.

Ami massaged the unseen dick and looked down shamefully. The woman next to her had discovered what was going on and had given the girl a disgusted look. She couldn’t stop; all she could do was pray that no one else picked up on the situation.

“Next stop Harajuku Station. Please remain still until the train has come to a complete stop. Keep hands away from the opening doors at all times. Thank you for riding.”

Ami felt the man press up against her, his dick poking into her ass, hiding himself from the shuffling crowd.
She felt the man’s hot breath on her neck as he whispered to her, “At the next station, move over to the corner of the car.”
The blue haired teen nodded and waited for the train to slow. Finally, the vehicle stopped and the doors snapped open. She started moving toward the predetermined point but felt the man lead her there roughly. Evidently he wasn’t giving her a chance to have second thoughts. If only she was allowed them. Moment’s later, the two were huddled together in the corner of the train, the cabin just as packed as it had been at the last stop. As the train started moving she felt herself being turned around. She now faced the chikan; he was younger then she had thought he would be, late twenties or early thirties. She always envisioned these people to be older men who got their kicks molesting school girls. He was slightly overweight and had short, black hair and a thin mustache. He could have been anyone, not someone who looked like this kind of pervert off hand. But then wasn’t that the point?

Hikaru was awestruck by the young beauty before him. She couldn’t be twenty, gorgeous blue hair and deep, sparkling eyes to match. From his position, he could see straight down her blouse. There wasn’t much to her tits, but they seemed cute and perky. All in all he could have done worse. Blocked in by the walls of the cabin on two sides, he was free to work, slipping his hand back between her legs and massaging her now moist lips. She bit her other lip in an effort to keep quiet. God that was hot. This was the reason he did this, the thrill of the possibility of being caught at any moment, forcing a girl to silently endure the heights of sensual pleasure or suffer the humiliation of looking like a slut. He moved his fingers over her faster and faster and motioned for her to continue her work on him.

Ami slipped her hand back into his slacks and fondled his short length again. She stifled a yelp as she endured the awkward mauling he was subjecting her femininity to. True her body was responding, but it was only a result of his fevered pace succeeding in spite of his lack of skill. Her delicate hand alternated between sliding up and down his shaft and her gently caressing his swollen head. His juices trickled out and made her hand slick. She hoped he would cum soon; she couldn’t wait to be off of this train.

Damn, she was good. Hikaru wondered if the girl did this frequently. He rode the Yamanote line every day at this time and he was sure he had never seen her before, but maybe she took different routes. Either way, it was his lucky day. Ordinarily the women he attacked hurried off the train at the next stop, he never got to finish. But today would be a rare treat, he was already nearing the edge, but he wanted to see just how far he could take this. He leaned in and whispered again, “Kneel down.”
Ami’s hope of a quick finish was dashed. Miserably, her eyes darted around and she tried to ascertain whether or not anyone else had taken notice of what was happening. Fortunately it didn’t seem like it. Cursing her situation, she slowly worked her way to the ground, her knees pressed uncomfortably on the dirty floor. The moment she hit the ground the man thrust his pelvis into her face. She accepted him into his mouth and cringed at the salty taste of his cock. Burning with humiliation, she sucked him quietly. She was sure someone would notice now.

“Next stop Yoyogi Station. Please remain still until the train has come to a complete stop. Keep hands away from the opening doors at all times. Thank you for riding.”

Ami stopped for a moment and tried to stand, as there was no doubt someone would see her in all the commotion, but the man’s hand kept her in place. She wanted to struggle but she knew that would displease Esmeraude and Ami would suffer for it. Fortunately the man seemed as interested in keeping this a private an engagement as possible as she was. He took off his coat and draped it over his arm, hiding her behind it. His free hand nudged her back toward him and she began to blow him again. She closed her eyes and tried to shut out the rest of the world, franticly trying to make him finish.

Hikaru’s eyes rolled back in his head as he forced her deeper onto his crotch with his free hand, enjoying the sound of her gagging on his cock. He had no doubt about it now; this girl was some kind of pro. He had never had a better blow job in his life. He didn’t want this to end but he was fighting a losing battle. It was getting harder and harder to breathe evenly and his knees threatened to buckle under him. He wanted to remember this, forget what other passenger’s might think. Dropping the arm he was using to hide the girl, he fished around in his pocket for his cell phone. He pulled it out and hurriedly activated the camera, snapping a few pictures. Recorded for all time, Hikaru couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

Ami heard the clicking of the camera and wished she could disappear forever, but she didn’t’ have time to think about it as she felt him reach his limit. A moment later, her mouth was filled with his thick, disgusting fluid as he grunted audibly. It didn’t matter if the people around her heard at this point, she could clearly see a few pairs of eyes locked onto her from out of her peripheral. Wanting to die of shame, she swallowed the mouthful of semen and fought to keep from heaving.

“Next stop Shinjuku Station. Please remain still until the train has come to a complete stop. Keep hands away from the opening doors at all times. Thank you for riding.”

Ami stood and wiped her mouth, too mortified to look the man in the eyes. She hoped this was his stop, she just wanted him gone. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, his hot breath on her neck. “That was amazing. Will you be here tomorrow?” Ami prayed that she wouldn’t but simply shrugged. She jumped as she felt him thrust his hand back between her legs and rub her damp lips roughly. “Next time, maybe we can fuck?” He leered at her as the train came to a stop. Just as the doors open, the familiar shuffle of bodies jostled around her and the man exited the train. She sighed in relief and turned towards the window, ignoring the murmurs of derogatory comments directed at her by the other passengers. It was times like this that she wished she could find the same bliss in her slavery that her friends had taken to. As the train took off again, she looked out on the city she once called him and tried to ignore the bitter aftertaste of cum at the back of her throat.

*****

Esmeraude could contain herself no longer; peels of laughter filled the car as she shuffled toward her little blue haired slave. People might have noticed had she not been clouding their minds, obscuring herself from their sight. That had gone better then she expected, not only had the bitch gotten attacked, she had sucked his dick in plain view of a gawking crowd. The Queen of the Black Moon and future Queen of the Earth never ceased to be aroused by the total control she held over her slaves. It was a good thing too; the moment tormenting the little sluts became boring, there would no longer be a need for the former Sailor Senshi.

When Esmeraude reached the girl, she was huddled in the corner of the car, arms wrapped around her chest. She wasn’t quite ready to let the poor girl’s humiliation end just yet. “Did you have fun, slave?” Esmeraude whispered in her ear, utterly delighting in her torment.

“Yes, Mistress.” The ex-senshi whispered back, fighting off a sob.

The cruel queen thrust her hand underneath the girl’s short skirt and pinched her tender clitoris, overflowing with arousal as she felt her plaything go rigid in pain and shock. “But he had all the fun, didn’t he?” She giggled maliciously. “Don’t you want to cum too?”

Ami knew it wasn’t a question. Despite the pain and degradation she now felt, the girl knew that indulging her mistress’s sick fancies was far better then the alternative. “Yes, Mistress. Your slave wants to cum.”

Esmeraude threw back her head and let out an earsplitting cackle. “Then turn around so they can see and fuck your dirty little cunt right now.” Had she not been manipulating the passenger’s minds, she would surely have caused a stir.

The tears were impossible to hold back now. Ami wept silently as she lifted her skirt and turned toward the crowd. What had she done to deserve this? She had fought to protect her planet and had always been kind to her enemies when she and her friends had beaten them. But in defeat, Ami Mizuno had become a slave to the most depraved and malicious woman in the universe. She had suffered the virtual loss of her friends and nothing was left for her. She only lived for the vaguest hope that one day she would find a way to free herself and save her friends. Why hadn’t her genius been enough to prevent their capture? Why hadn’t she been able to save them in the year since? Miserably, the poor girl rubbed herself to the collective shock of the entire train and the horrible laughter of the woman who owned her.

*****

Ami Mizuno lay on the bed of her small room and stared up at her reflection in the mirrored ceiling, naked but for her collar. Her last customer of the day had finally left and a long, trying day was at an end. Her humiliating train ride had given way to a night full of horny businessmen clumsily fondling her and blowing their loads less then ten minutes into their allotted hour. Likely due to her small breasts, the girl seemed to attract the schoolgirl fetishists and lolicon enthusiasts. Even though she was just a sex slave, the young woman still found herself pitying these poor salarymen who spent a fortune for a few minute of awkward sex with a girl the age of their daughters.

Her analytical brain dissected the sociological implications of the booming sex trade and wondered what it meant for post bubble-economy Japan. On the one hand it stimulated the lower levels of the economy by providing young, uneducated women with exorbitant sums of money that they would otherwise be unable to earn, but on the other it drained money from the all important middle class that might otherwise go into capital investment or stock trading on the Nikkei. The stress relief provided to these men probably did increase productivity in the long run, but there were all kinds of side effects that might negate those effects.

Ami found that keeping her mind active eased the pain of her situation. She felt her heart constrict as she realized what she was doing. She had never had difficulty facing her problems, but then again she had never felt so helpless. National exams were one thing, but leaving the world to fend for itself after being subdued by an evil enemy was quite another. They had fought for so long against Esmeraude enduring torture, starvation, isolation, and humiliation, but finally they began to fall.
The former Sailor of Mercury remembered that terrible day when Venus submitted to their queen. They had gone weeks subsisting on a single, meager meal each day that they were forced to eat, without using their hands, from a dish, like animals. They were never allowed to sleep for more then an hour or two at a time and they were beaten whenever Esmeraude got angry at them. They always had a chain around their neck, reminding them of their lost freedom. Every day the Mistress would subject them to a session of humiliation or torture, always promising them relief if they would call her Queen and wear her collar. They had all sworn to each other that they would die before surrendering, but it had proved to be a collective lie.

That day the four of them had been subject to a particularly sadistic round of nipple torture, their wrists and ankles shackled behind them as the Emerald Queen gleefully pinched and pulled their tender breasts with all manner of objects. Venus hadn’t shown any indication that she was ready to break before, but evidently it had caught up to her. Crying in agony, the beautiful blonde wept for mercy. Esmeraude offered it with her standard stipulation and, to the horror of the others, Venus begged to be collared. Ami shuddered as she remembered her friend’s pathetic voice crying out, “Please, my Queen! I’ll be your slave!” The green haired woman had cackled loudly as she released the girl’s bonds and Venus fell to her knees. She always kept their collars close at hand, waiting for the day that they would break and now one was ready to be used. The three other girls had desperately cried out to their friend, trying to keep her fighting on, but she hadn’t even seemed to hear them.

They moaned bitterly as Minako moved aside her long hair and accepted the symbol of her slavery. Once her neck was secured, the Queen had tested her willingness to serve. She had sat back in a chair and demanded that the girl eat her pussy. From Ami’s position she could see the disgust on Venus’s face, both at her own weakness and at what was demanded of her, but she complied none the less. The three were made to watch their friend willfully kneel between Esmeraude’s legs and pleasure their tormentor to their shared distress.

It shook each of them to the core; united resistance was tough but they could endure, seeing one of their own fall to the will of the terrible Queen was a crushing blow they could not endure. Mars submitted the next day and Jupiter a few days later. After that, Ami found it harder and harder to resist her mistress’s collar. Before, the torment was divided, now it was all focused on the poor azure haired girl. Her strong mind allowed her to stave off the inevitable slightly longer, but at last, Ami too pressed her lips against Esmeraude’s folds in complete servility.

Of course, nothing got better; Esmeraude’s abuses were even more cruel and debasing then they had ever been but now the girls were willing participants in their own humiliation. They played her games, they degraded themselves, and they ended their struggles in an effort to gain moments of temporary relief from her twisted hand. What else could they do? They had been defeated.

When the young woman thought back on the disgusting, perverse, and shameful things she had done, Ami’s chest tightened with grief. Their fight against the Dark Kingdom, the restoration of the Doom Tree, their conversion of the four sisters had all been in vain. Earth would one day fall to the evil and malicious Black Moon Clan and she and her friends would die as slaves. The weight of the world crushing her, the young girl began to weep silently.

Just then the door cracked open. “Oh god!” The girl thought as she tried to choke back her sobs. If Esmeraude heard her, she would happily add to her misery and the girl wasn’t sure she could endure any more tonight.

“Ami-chan?” a whisper cut through the silence of the room.

“Rei-chan?” What was going on? The girls never visited each other; it was too hard to face reality. And what would the mistress think?

The dark haired girl closed the door gently behind her, careful not to make a sound. As soon as she could, she raced across the floor as quietly as she could and threw herself onto the laying girl.

She was crying too, “Ami-chan! We have to get out of here!” Rei buried her head in Ami’s chest, stifling her moans. “We’re Sailor Senshi! How did this happen?”

Ami was in shock. She had thought that Rei, like the others, had long ago given up hope. Was this another one of Esmeraude's twisted mind games? No, it couldn't be. This was Rei Hino, her friend, her comrade, she would never betray her so completely. Suddenly the blue warrior felt like she could keep fighting. She stroked her friend’s long, dark hair and tried to comfort her. It was strange being the strong one. Rei had always been confident, collected and a leader, sometimes even more so then Usagi.

“I know.” She whispered.

“Y-Yuichirou came to see me last night a-and I just couldn’t do it anymore!” She stammered through her tears.

So that’s what it had taken, some reminder of who she used to be. Ami hugged the crying girl and reassured her, “We’ll escape, Rei-chan. We’ve lasted this long.” If Rei had come back to her senses, maybe they could save the others too.

Rei clutched her friend tightly. It had been so long since they had been like this. They had done all manner of things to each other over the last year but they hadn’t been able to support each other as friends in a long time. Amazingly she found herself believing Ami’s words. They would escape. Somehow.