Black Moon Triumphant

At first Jupiter blamed herself for their defeat. She had always been strong. No one had been able to stand up against her; sparing partners, aggressive boys, youma, Jupiter had defeated them all. Perhaps the ease of her victories had made her complacent, but regardless, the shame of her loss to Esmeraude had destroyed the brunette. Jupiter had hated herself, when that ceased to elicit feeling, she hated her Mistress. For months she had struggled, trying to find the strength to defeat her but it never came. At last she understood the way of the world; the strong dominated the weak. The lion ate the gazelle; the eagle consumed the field mouse. It was natural and immutable. Even in its death throws, the prey bore no malice for its predator.

Sailor Moon had always been the exception, her kindness extended even to vanquished enemies, but that humanity was a rare thing, even in humans. Still, it was only her peerless strength that had allowed her such charity. Jupiter had accepted the axiom, “To the victor go the spoils.” It just so happened that now, she and her friends were the spoils of war.

She had accepted her slavery with that revelation. She could not triumph, thus she served those who could. The moment Mistress Esmeraude had fastened her collar around Jupiter’s neck the defeated girl had expected to feel degradation. She and her friends had struggled for so long to avoid it and Makoto had convinced herself that death would be preferable, but with her friend’s capitulation and the clarity of her situation finally realized it felt natural.

Living, dieing, it didn’t matter any longer, Makoto was empty. The warmth of friendship had been extinguished by their never ending ordeal and even the primal sensations that sex offered had numbed. In a way, the only pleasure she was able to take was a result of the profession she had been forced to undertake. Her clients were of the masochistic type; whether her Mistress had marketed her that way or whether it had developed organically she didn’t know, but the girl found that those fleeting moments in which she was able to remember the power she had once possessed were the only times she could feel anything anymore.

She stood tall in her tight leather costume as her customer groveled pathetically at her feet. Makoto reflected on her reversal of roles. Usually she was the one on her hands and knees licking the boots of a domineering woman, but that was not something she had ever chosen for herself. In contrast this man, a captain of industry who commanded the respect of business men at home and abroad, who no doubt could have his way with throngs of beautiful young women, was paying for the opportunity to bend and scrape before Makoto. She was a slave, indulging the fantasy of a man who wished he was one.

“You pathetic dog! You’re slobbering all over my heels!” She snarled.

“I’m sorry Mistress!” He moaned wretchedly.

Mistress, it still sounded strange being called that. She slapped his exposed back with her leather whip repeatedly until his flesh was raw. He whimpered in pain as he curled up around her legs instinctively trying to avoid the pain, even though he was here for this reason. His wrists were bound in front of his body and connected to his collar so he was utterly unable to shield himself. After a few more lashes the chestnut haired woman ended the torment. Her breath was shallow and her heart pounded, but not from physical exertion.

She kicked him hard before taking a few steps away from the quivering mass of burst capillaries and reclined in a chair on the far side of the room. Without giving her temporary slave time to recover she issued her next order, “You’ve made a mess, slave. Clean it up.” She said strictly as she unzipped her tight black costume to reveal her slick femininity, waiting for attention. The useless bastard hobbled across the floor to take his place between her legs and offered his leash up before obeying her command. She stifled a sudden gasp as his tongue slobbered over her engorged clit, this particular dog was a regular in her dungeon and he had learned how to please his mistress. Still, there was no reason to give him any praise. Knowing he was doing a good job might give the slave some personal satisfaction and that didn’t matter to his mistress. His only thanks were a quick lash to the back and the scratching of the brunette’s long fingernails driving him deeper between her thighs.

At first this had all felt very awkward to the former Sailor Jupiter. All of her life she had been in a subordinate role. She obeyed her sensei as he instructed her in her training, then Sailor Moon was revealed to be the princess she was again in a position of deference. Queens out ranked princesses, however, and it was in Esmeraude’s possession that Makoto truly understood what submission meant. After endless months learning to fear the crack of a whip she was suddenly given one. She couldn’t fathom these men that knocked on her door every night begging to be heeled but in time she began to understand. It wasn’t just that the strong dominated the weak. The weak wished to be controlled. These men might be good at making money, playing sports, or whatever it was that brought them these vast fortunes, but they longed for a powerful woman to remind them that they were nothing but meaningless carbon heaps in a cold, empty world.

Still, Makoto had fared better then her companions. Esmeraude did not play favorites with her slaves but while they all served their mistress as whores, only Jupiter was able to hold her head up high. Men begged and pleaded for her satisfaction. On the other hand; Rei, Ami, and Minako were as much a slave to their customers as they were to their queen. It sickened her to see how tame they had all become. She couldn’t even bring herself to speak to the three former Senshi anymore and only interacted with them at Mistress’s orders.

Jupiter snapped her attention back on her thrall as she felt herself approaching an orgasm. She must never appear out of control so she had to make sure her breath did not become labored and her body did not reflexively twitch with pleasure. Her martial arts training made this easier, but it was no small task. She tensed up as a sudden surge of energy flowed through every nerve ending in her body. Rather then moan with pleasure she hurled abuse at the man kneeling between her legs and jerked violently on his leash. It felt good to have complete dominance when she might otherwise be at her most vulnerable.

As her climax waned she looked down at the leashed and bound customer and felt another wave of satisfaction wash over her. Although Esmeraude made every decision in Makoto’s life, the brunette made the choices for her clients. “You took too long to get me off, slave. You’ll have to wait till next week to cum.” She said authoritatively.

The wretch’s shoulders sagged, but he would not dare question his mistress. He responded submissively and crawled out of the way to allow her to stand. He was informed that his time was up and wordlessly he began to get dressed. He was unbelievably horny but on another level he had achieved his release. In his professional life he was responsible for many decisions that would impact thousands of workers, shareholders, and customers. At home he had a wife and two children who relied on him for support and guidance. He was more then capable of handling the pressure but sometimes it did get to him. To cope with this he surrendered all of his authority and influence to a beautiful, brown haired teenager for an hour a week. In this room he was not responsible for anything but his mistress’s pleasure.

Jupiter watched her last customer leave and once again she was a slave, the fantasy of being in charge ebbed away a second later leaving the familiar void. The brunette removed her costume and slipped on a simple pair of black silk underwear from her closet. Opening a small drawer in a night stand she picked up her collar. Mistress wouldn’t be in at this late hour but still she put it on. It wasn’t loyalty to Esmeraude that made her fasten the small piece of leather around her neck but somehow it seemed proper. Feeling the exhaustion of a long day she settled in to her bed, moderately comfortable for the sake of her customers, and shut her eyes.

*****

“You little sluts have made your Queen very happy.” Esmeraude gushed. “All of your videos are selling so well!” She punctuated the announcement with her signature laugh as she stood across from her slaves.

Jupiter stood at attention next to her three companions, naked, with a vibrator in her rectum and metal clamps tightly pinching her nipples. Given her customers’ tastes and her natural stamina, the brunette never had much difficulty enduring these tests of fortitude they were regularly subject to but her friends never fared as well. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ami biting her lip as she fought back shudders of obligatory ecstasy. On her other side was Minako. The blonde was struggling to maintain her composure as well, but the urge she fought was at keeping her own hands off her pussy. Makoto refocused her attention on Esmeraude, trying to ignore her weaker cohorts.

“I’ve scheduled more video shoots for you all this week, won’t you enjoy that?”

The slaves sounded off with the only acceptable answer, “Yes, Mistress!”

Jupiter didn’t mind the fact that she had been made into an adult video actress. It was well within her mistress’s right to use her slaves however she wanted. Mercury and Mars hadn’t been happy about it, but unable to resist, she obeyed. It was yet another thing that had begun to irritate Makoto. Ami and Rei would complain endlessly about their situation when they were alone, whispering to each other like squeaking mice, but as soon as the Mistress showed up they were docile and quiet. If they wanted to fight they should do so.

The Emerald Queen picked up a small remote control. She approached the young girls and watched them squirm as their assholes endured the never ending assault of the toys. The merciless woman loved plugging their holes with vibrators because they were simple and effective, the minute they got used to the stimulus she could just turn the power up. In fact that was just what needed to happen now. She clicked the remote up a notch and was rewarded with a quartet of surprised gasps. Ignoring them she continued, “You lazy cunts will not have the afternoons off anymore. You’ll still have customers at night, and I expect you to be just as energetic as ever. Do I make myself clear?”

Jupiter gave the expected reply but she was only joined by two other voices. Ami’s lips were shut tight as she urgently tried to stave off the inevitable. The sapphire slave was stooped slightly, every muscle in her body clenched tightly, drawing labored breaths. It was a common sight, Ami rarely outlasted any of the others. Esmeraude stormed over to the girl and grabbed one of her nipple clamps, twisting it painfully eliciting a piercing yelp. “What’s the matter slave? Do you not want to be a star?”

“Yes, Mistress!” She choked pitifully. Jupiter could see that she was barely able to remain standing.

“Then shape up. You are the worst slave I have.” Esmeraude punctuated her sentence by yanking cruelly on her raw breast.

She screamed in pain as her legs gave out. On her hands and knees Ami tried to beg for forgiveness but was cut off by a flurry of blows from Esmeraude’s fan. “You fucking bitch! Did I give you permission to move?” Anger quickly gave way to rage.

The faltering woman sputtered a reply as she tried to regain her footing but there was no chance of getting out of this now. Esmeraude kicked savagely at the girl causing her to retreat into the fetal position. Makoto stole a glance downward and saw the helpless girl try to shield herself. There had been a time when the former senshi of Jupiter would have thrown herself on top of her friend but she quickly learned it was better to let Esmeraude get her blows in. Still, it used to make Jupiter angry that she couldn’t save the others. Now, however, she simply watched as Esmeraude slammed her heels into the pathetic girl.

Esmeraude stopped and took a step back from the whimpering girl, “I’ve had enough of this. I’ve punished you more times then I can count and you never learn! Maybe it’s time I try something different. Jupiter!”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Teach your little friend how to follow orders.” The emerald haired woman fanned herself.

“What do you want me to do with her, my Queen?” Esmeraude had never done anything like this. She had beaten the other girls on command before, but only after being explicitly commanded to do so.

“I’ve seen what you do to your customers. Mercury does nothing but defy me, teach her what it means to be a slave.”
Her tone was controlled, lacking the unrestrained sadism that normally surged through her voice. Had she been planning this? Jupiter responded affirmatively as her mind raced, wondering what she should do. She couldn’t go easy on Ami, Esmeraude would know and both of them would pay for it. She looked down at the crumpled girl and saw Ami’s eyes locked on her. She was still alert, at least.

“Slave!” Makoto’s voice boomed, surprising even her. “Get on stage!” At present they were in Esmeraude’s office and it was rather cramped with the five of them. The main lobby, with its small stage, seemed more appropriate.

“Mako…-chan….” Ami croaked.

In a flash the brunette was on the poor girl, “Makoto-sama!” She slapped Ami hard across the face. Her large blue eyes seemed more surprised by the authority in her voice then by the strike. “Slaves don’t speak with such familiarity.”
Mercury gasped in shock and scrambled fearfully to her knees. She took a step up only to receive and even harder belt across the face sending her right back to the floor. “You haven’t earned the right to stand. I want you to crawl there.” Jupiter hoped this was what Esmeraude wanted to see. She didn’t want to torment the blue haired girl, but she was in no mood to be on the wrong end of Esmeraude’s volatile humor. Jupiter stood up and watched the girl creep fearfully out of the room, the vibrator poking out of her ass swishing to each side like a short tail to the sound of the Emerald Queen’s amusement.

*****

Jupiter couldn’t believe how quickly she was capable of switching roles. Five minutes ago she was at the mercy of a cruel woman who reveled in suffering, now she was the one who had a girl completely under her power. Makoto had been allowed to remove the sex toy from her anus but she was still collared and naked; Esmeraude didn’t want her forgetting she too was still a slave.

The stage was small but it served its purposes. When they had first been brought back to this century, the girls would line up and customers would select which one they wanted to spend their time with. It hadn’t been necessary lately because each of them had developed a full set regulars, but they had filmed a few sex scenes here and Esmeraude had added extras to it. Ami now dangled painfully from her wrists, able to alleviate the strain only by standing on her toes. Jupiter was tall enough to be on eye level with the girl, making her job easier. She stood back a few feet and held Mercury’s collar up so that she and Esmeraude, who reclined on a seat as the other two slaves took turns between her legs, could see it.

“You have displeased your Mistress, slave, and now you must re-earn your collar.” Ami tried to gurgle a response but the gag in her mouth made that impossible. Jupiter knew Esmeraude wanted a show so it would be a while before Ami ever got the chance to beg for mercy.

Approaching the hanging slave Jupiter could see her deep, blue eyes pleading tearfully with her. It would do her no good, the brunette was already in her dominant mode. She merely ignored the appeals and proceeded to the wall behind her. Carefully setting down the unused collar she selected a cat-o-nine tails very similar to the one that had scathed her own flesh more times then she wished to remember. Makoto moved behind the girl and swished it gently back and forth over the girl’s naked back. She couldn’t see Ami’s face from here, but the tightening of her back and a choked sob let her know she could feel it. Jupiter stepped back and waited. Sometimes the anticipation was worse then the strike.

Then, without warning, Jupiter’s muscles snapped into action flailing the leather torment across the blue haired slave’s skin. It was almost sensual. Flesh touched flesh and it elicited a primal response; an uncontrolled moan and an automatic reaction. Jupiter could feel her own body respond in much the same way. The world existed in the tension between opposite forces. Dominance and submission played out at the crack of a whip but so too did pain and pleasure. While Ami writhed in the former, Makoto reveled in the latter. Adrenalin coursed through her blood, heightening her senses as her breathing became quicker. Another strike and her body was overcome with an intense heat. There was no audience anymore, no surrendered freedom, no failed princess. There was only the girl and her thrall.

*****

Jupiter turned the wheel and slowly lowered Ami to her knees. She was clearly at her limit but the brunette had learned how to recognize that before exceeding it. Following the beating, Makoto had subjected her charge to another kind of torture. She had been brought to the very cusp of orgasm only to be left wanting over and over. The brunette would goad her mercilessly with the possibility of finally achieving release if she would only submit. Of course with the gag in her mouth it was impossible for Ami to agree to anything. It was simply a way to condition her mind into accepting that surrender meant release, from her physical and sexual restraints. They had all learned this first hand, and Jupiter remembered every lesson.

It was time to give the exhausted slave an opportunity to return to her mistress’s good graces. Setting down the whip and retrieving the collar, Jupiter took her place at the side of the wretch and unfastened the gag then yanked cruelly on her short hair, wrenching her neck back. Her face was a sloppy mixture of tears, saliva, and sweat. Eyelids fluttering and breathing shallow, Jupiter could see that the girl was in no state to do anything but what was demanded of her.

“Are you ready to beg your Queen to keep you as her slave?” Lost in the act, Jupiter had almost forgotten why she was here. She had to make her former comrade in arms profess her servility to the woman that had defeated them.

“Yh… Ye…”

“Then beg.” Jupiter cut her off, bluntly.

Panting heavily, the girl bowed her head in Esmeraude’s direction and groveled feebly for absolution. The Queen cackled victoriously and stood up, jerking the now leashed Venus and Mars roughly. Standing over the beaten girl she raised her chin with her boot and forced her to look up. “You want to be my slave, again?”

“Yes, Mistress.” She almost whispered.

“Then you will do as I tell you, every time, without delay. If I tell you not to cum, you listen.” Ami responded just as she had before. “Do you still think you’re going to be able to outlast me? That your princess is going to come and rescue you?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Good. Remember, you will be my slave until I decide to end your miserable life.”

“I know, Mistress.”

“Then kiss my feet and I will accept your apology.” The Emerald Queen watched the girl reaffirm her bondage with great satisfaction. The other two girls had satisfied her a few times during the course of the event, but she could still feel the warmth of arousal now.

“Excellent. Now you can give her back her collar.”

Jupiter nodded her head in compliance and fastened the small item around Ami’s neck and released her from the shackles. The brunette couldn’t believe how excited she was as she fastened it closed. Even though it was at another’s bidding, it felt like the blue haired former sailor senshi had submitted to her. Disciplining Ami felt the same as when she broke the men who visited her every night.

Esmeraude unleashed Minako and Rei, “Take this one upstairs and then you two get ready for your appointments. Jupiter, I want to talk to you.”

A trio of responses rang out and the two carried their friend upstairs. When they were alone, Esmeraude spoke, “You enjoyed that didn’t you, Jupiter?”

The kneeling girl responded automatically, but it wasn’t a lie. The scent of her arousal wafted around her making the answer obvious.

“I’ve seen the scenes you’ve shot and I can see how well you can control people. You’re just like me, you love the power.” Esmeraude’s words hung in the air, a tinge of pride in them.

Jupiter’s eyes widened at Esmeraude’s words. Could that be true? Was Makoto really like that? Yes, she had begun to enjoy herself when she was with her customers but this wasn’t something she would ever have chosen for herself. She had never sought power for herself, only strength.

“You aren’t like those weak girls, they deserve to be slaves. But you could be much more.” Esmeraude crouched down and lifted her chin, “Tell me, do you want to be more?”

Jupiter was in a daze as she tried to understand what was happening. She looked into her Mistress’s dark eyes, powerful and ruthless. This woman had stripped her of her freedom, reduced her and her friends to prostitutes, and threatened the very world she had fought to protect. How could Esmeraude see anything of herself in Jupiter? Still, there was no denying that being the one holding the whip felt a lot better then the alternative.

“Mistress, I…” She fumbled over a response.

“I don’t need an answer now. Think about it. When you are punishing your customers for looking at you the wrong way, when your friends are whoring themselves for my pleasure, when you kneel to me, ask yourself where you’d rather be, at your friend’s sides or at mine.” Esmeraude released her face and stood up. She walked away towards her office leaving Jupiter kneeling alone.

Could she really abandon her friends so completely? Would any rational person choose a life time of slavery? Could she leave her friends in their pitiable state while making her own better? What would the people that used to mean something in her life say? Her parents, her sensei, her friends, her princess, would they forgive her? The brunette shivered as these questions raced through her mind. But as the tempest swirled around her, one shook her to the core, “What have I become?”


*****

::hangs head in shame:: I deeply apologize for neglecting this story as long as I have. For the longest time I couldn't come up with anything for Jupiter to do except more of the same. I finally had this idea. But even then, female dominants with male submissives just isn't my thing, so it took a lot to figure out how to make it seem real. I think it came out well, but please let me know what you think. On the plus side, I skipped around a lot when I was writing this so a fair amount of the next chapter has already been written. I don't think it will be another 4 months for the next update.

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