Black Moon Triumphant

The woman’s eyelids fluttered as consciousness crept back towards her. Pain seemed to come from everywhere at once. Her head felt like it was going to split open and numerous other places throbbed.

“Are you okay?”

Who was that? She slowly opened her eyes and saw a man standing over her.

“Where are the girls?”

“What girls? Where am I?” she croaked with difficulty. Who was he and what was he talking about?

The man stared back at her with confusion in his face. Did he not know what was going on here either? Then his face changed and a small smile crept across his lips.

“Can you stand?” He said as he rose and offered his hand to her.

“I-I think so.” The woman took his hand and in a moment she was on her feet, although she would have fallen right back down had he not caught her.

“Did you hit your head?”

“I don’t know. It feels like it.” She touched the back of her skull but snapped her hand back as it sent blasts of agony through her form.

“That’s okay. I’ll take care of you.”

“Thank you. Who are you?” She asked quizzically.

“You don’t remember me?”

She scrutinized his face trying to recall something but shook her head when nothing would come.

“Do you remember who you are?”

The woman’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. How could she forget who she was? Of course she knew. She tried to come up with something but her memory was a total blank. Horrified she stumbled backwards before the man reached out and caught her.

“It’s okay. Come with me, I’ll help.”

“Do you know who I am?” She asked franticly, clinging to him.

“Just come with me.”

Terrified at her inability to remember and desperately hoping this man would help her, the woman followed him out side of the building and into his car.

*****

The slut moaned hoarsely as the relentless pounding continued. Her knees were red and her thighs shook with exhaustion as she sweated and groaned to the rhythm of the faceless man behind her. Her pussy ached and she was barely able to keep herself upright anymore, but her assailant showed no sympathy for her. The dicks kept coming. Her once beautiful emerald hair was now a tangled mess carelessly splayed out on the ground in front of her, partially matted down by a dozen or more errant loads.

There was cum everywhere; drying on her face and oozing out of her orifices. Over the last two hours she had been fucked by dozens of men, as soon as one reached orgasm the next would take over without missing a beat. When all the men were finally finished she would be carried back to her room and dumped haphazardly onto a hard mattress, without a second thought given to her wellbeing. It had continued this way for days on end. She had given up crying and begging for mercy; none of the men even acknowledged her presence when they weren’t raping her. Now she would simply pass out from exhaustion, oblivious to her filthy state. When she woke she would shower and eat the small meal that was laid out for her. The next day men would come for her and the whole process would start again.

She didn’t know where she was, how she had gotten here or even what her name was. All she could remember was waking up several days ago with a terrible pain at the back of her head. A man was standing over her; he was middle aged, well groomed and impeccably dressed. She had asked him who he was but instead of responding to her, he simply smiled and lead her outside of the building they were in and into his car. It was a short trip and the man deflected every question she could ask. When they arrived at their destination it was in an underground parking lot where she had quickly been ushered inside. She found herself in the large room she was always taken to for her daily abuse. There were a handful of other men there at the time. The man she had arrived with ordered her to remove her clothes. Shocked and scared, she had refused and tried to run back toward the door but was immediately tackled and striped. Her violation that day was particularly brutal; the woman shuddered to think of it even now.

She had learned nothing in her time except that she was a sex slave. These men recorded the brutal rape and sold it illegally. She wasn’t the only one they kept; sometimes she found herself in groups of other women who would be gang raped together. Other times she was forced to do disgusting things with them while the men watched. It was humiliating and vile but she quickly learned it was better then the alternative. She had tried to talk to some of the other women but there was rarely an opportunity. The few times she had been able to whisper to one of them secretly they were unwilling to even look her in the eyes. She wasn’t surprised. They were beaten and denied food and sleep for the slightest offenses. The emerald haired woman had cried herself to sleep alone and hungry more then a few nights for violating rules she had never been informed of.

She did know what to do in this situation, however. When they brought her out like this she had to stay up long enough for all the men to cum. She didn’t know how many were left but she knew it had to be almost over. She sucked in a painful breath as the man currently inside of her clawed violently at her raw sides. He grunted as he shot yet another load deep inside of her before pulling out and smacking her callously. Another man replaced him and the rape began anew. Barely conscious of her surroundings any longer, the wretched slave silently begged for mercy. Why was she here? Who was she? What could she have possibly done to deserve this?

*****

Esmeraude’s memories had come back slowly, a name here, a face there. But now, weeks after the events that had led to her amnesia, she had finally remembered her past in its entirety. She had gone from the Queen of the Black Moon, to an outcast far from her lover’s touch, to a sex slave for an illegal pornography ring. She raged at her captors when she regained awareness of who she was, but she had been away from her Dark Energy points for far too long. Trying to fight them had ended in a severe thrashing that left her too agonized to even move.

The green haired slave stared up at the dark ceiling of her small cell. Without any way to collect or tap into her energy reserves she would never gain the strength to free herself. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she realized she would never see her love again. There would no doubt be an effort to find out why more Dark Energy points were not appearing in the future Crystal Tokyo, but Esmeraude knew that Black Lady had won. There would be no efforts to free her. Just as she had cast Rebeus aside when he had failed, she too would she be ignored and left to her fate.

Perhaps most unbearable, her slaves were free and she had taken their place. Bitterly she wished she had killed the little whores when she had the chance. Her one solace was knowing that they could never again be Sailor Senshi. King Demando still had their princess and they would live their lives knowing they could not save her.

Still, as the screech of the deadbolt resounded in her room, that knowledge would not be enough to get her through the daily rape. She moaned bitterly as her cell door opened, they wouldn’t even give her time to heal.

“Get up, cunt. You don’t fuck, you don’t live.”

Esmeraude rolled on her side painfully and wept. She had no doubt they would kill her if she didn’t obey and despite it all, she couldn’t resign herself to death. “Yes, Master.”




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Well that's it folks. The main story is over. This marks the first time I've ever written a story and finished it. I hope everyone enjoyed reading it because I really enjoyed writing it. I still have the alternate ending in the works for those of you who want to see the Sailor Senshi suffer even more, but this is technically complete. Thanks to droolingfanfemme for her beta reading and input and thanks to my reviewers for their feedback. Let me know what you think of this last development. Read/rate/email me at PorkChopExpress86@gmail.com. Remember to check out my other stories: Jaedite's Revenge and Mars in Retrograde (check the "Het" section!)