This is a reprint. That I cleaned up a little bit. I need feedback on this. What do you think of my changing the Sailor Moon Universe this way? Be vocal. Even slightly rude. I need as much feedback as possible. Also, I will soon be deciding what stories to work on next. Simply put, email plays a big part in this. Example if you loved Past Lovers Part One and you want to know what Minako and Kunzite did next. Say so. Or if you want to see more Zoisite and Ami, Nephrite and Makoto, or Usagi and Mamoru (or Seiya) (or both) write me. I write what I want, but when it comes down to which stories to write first email rules. By the way, anyone want to see some Outer Senshi and/or Sailor StarLight fanfiction? You know my address (hentaiotaku@rocketmail.com). * * * * Consequences of the Zing-Ty Invasion (Will the Sailor Senshi Every be a Team?) By Hentai Otaku Send all comments, compliments, and flames to hentaiotaku@rocketmail.com. Based on the Sailor Moon Manga and Anime. This is a Hentai/Ecchi story, that means it contains sexual scenes that might be offensive to some readers. If you are offended with this kind of material, please go no further. I hope you will have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. Thanks to Artemis and Luna's Central Command and Sailor Moon Romance for posting my stories. * * * * Mako-chan could hear the gravel from the driveway hitting the side of the house. As a sky blue, convertible swung into the driveway. The "master" of the house had come home. Mako-chan's head dropped as she thought, "No, not just master of the house, master of *me*." It had been several months since the orphanage that she'd lived at had closed and it's "occupants" had been taken and sold as so much chattel. She asked again why she had to be born into such a cruel world. Less than twenty-years ago the Xing-Ty, an alien race from another dimention had taken over various parts of the earth. The invaders surprisingly had had contact with humans before. A minority of them were a mixture of alien and human. Some were even part Japanese. These aliens had conquered Japan and mad them an even greater, more prosperous world power. The aliens brought along their mixed culture. One of the many facets of was slavery. Makoto cringed as she remembered being sold to the two people she now lived with and served. The woman, politely introduced herself, "I am Kaioh Michiru and this is Ten'oh Haruka. We are now your Mistress and Master." Her "male" companion then bumped her shoulder slightly and glared down at the woman that had addressed Mako-chan, then said, "You can call me Mistress, also." Only then did Kino Makoto notice that the woman's "male" companion wasn't "male", "Oh, god. Does that mean that they are...women that *like* other women." The more feminine of the two answered the question in Mako-chan's eyes, "Yes, we are both female and yes we love each other." While Mako-chan stood there in shock the tall, blonde that Makoto had intially mistook for a man, stooped before her and quickly snapped a metal bracelet onto one of her ankles. "That bracelet will physically stop you from going more than ten feet from the house.", said the blonde as she straigtened up to tower over poor Mako-chan. It will also set off every alarm in the house and that will totally piss me off, because I hate those loud-ass alarms." Makoto took a step back as the taller, older woman's glare cut through her like a knife. However one night, her fear of her mistress' collective wrath had lessened to the degree where she felt brave enough to try to escape, she'd pulled and yanked til the bracelet had cut into her foot and hadn't advanced more than an inch. The alarms had awakened her master and mistress and sent them scurrying downstairs to bring her back inside. She rememberd with vivid clarity that night. The tall blonde-haired woman that many mistook for a man, had peered through the still open door at her with a truly frigtening look on her face. Standing behind her was Mako-chan's mistress, a shorter young woman, with long sea-green hair. Her look held more concern than anything as she deactivated the alarm. "Makoto come back inside.", ordered the blonde, always the louder of the two. (***Cultural note*** Only people that know you really well address you without using an honorific suffix linke -chan or -san. Haruka's ignoring this shows Makoto's low status. Makoto isn't a person to her.) Mako internally brissled at being addressed so intimately by someone who had never been given permission to. The brown-haired slave girl tugged harder, trying to free her ankle bracelet from the invisible, electronic hand that held her captive. The blonde yelled, "Stop before you hurt yourself.", as she advanced toward Makoto. Makoto gave one last hard yank that caused her to stop, gasping in pain as she felt a snap in her ankle. This caused her mistress to also rush forward, "Haruka, grab her." "I've got her.", said the blonde as both she and her green-haired companion reached the struggling Makoto at the same time and took hold of the still struggling girls arms. "Stop this nonscense at once.", growled the blonde, "You're hurt. Even if you could break loose, how far do you think you're going on that foot." Makoto stopped her struggles, crying as the two women helped her back in. * * * * "Have we beaten or starved you? Answer me, girl" "No Haruka-sama." "Have we branded you? Mistreated you in anyway." "No Haruka-sama.", answered Makoto as she thought, "Unless you count keeping me captive here, forcing me to work for you." Haruka sighed and clamped a new braclet onto Makoto's other ankle, before removing the older one. The brown-haired slave's ankle had already begun to swell. The tall, woman then left the room saying, "I'll let you know when to bring her in." Mako-chan felt a chill flow down her spine. She noticed with embarassment that her slit had begun to lubricate. The idea of being punished, which she was surely about to be, had excited her sexually. She could feel all her muscles tigtening, her breath hastening as the idea of the lash that hung in Haruka's study sang through the air aimed for her exposed back and hips. The idea scared her, yet at the same time sent waves of pleasure flowing through her from head to toe. She knew that a harsh punishment was forth coming and a part of her even felt that she deserved it. Afterall, they had been very nice to her, but that, she knew, was about to change. Several minutes went by as her mistress glared at her, shaking her head slightly, saying that she didn't understand Makoto's misbehavior and how Haruka was in too much of a fit to calm down this time. Makoto's head sagged slightly as her lovebox continued to pour forth her love honey into her panties crotch. She was embarrassed by this reaction and prayed that the green-haired woman standing in front of her chewing poor Mako-chan out for her attempted escape attempt didn't notice the odor. The taller woman appeared in the doorway briefly saying, "Michiru, bring her along.", before turning her back on both of the other woman and proceeding to her study. Mako-chan limped inside and allowed Michiru to bend her over the ottoman, that Haruka had pulled over by the fireplace. Mako noticed that the fire burned unusally high and that the temperature of the room was higher than she'd ever known it to be. She wondered had Haruka been so upset with her that she'd stroked the fire up too high? The two older women quickly lashed the slaves hands and knees to the squat, wooden legs before tying her ankles together before running the free end of the rope over to a low wooden table. A hard, heavy wood, made up that low, round table and Makoto knew that she would be unable to even kick her ankles up in reflex to any blows. She felt streams of cum running down her inner thighs and truly hated that her master had tied her legs spread open. The musky scent wafted into the air telling the other two women exactly what state of body and mind that their errant slave occupied. Michiru commented disdainfully, "From the smell of things your awfully happy to have been caught escaping." No, Michiru-sama, No." "Yes, yes, you are, but that won't last for long.", Michiru said as she nodded toward Haruka who stood next to the raging fire. Makoto's gaped in open-mouthed horror as she watched her master take hold of a thick wooden handle and began to draw an iron rod from the fire. The rod ended in an elaborately curved piece of metal that appeared to be the symbols from Uranus and Neptune side by side surrounded by a circle with four star shaped symbols attached to the circles. The curiously shaped piece of metal glowed white hot. The brown-haired girl shook her head back and forth beginning to cry again, "Haruka-sama, No!!! I'll never try to escape again!. I'll stay put! Please, No!!!." "I'm sure after this you will "stay put". Makoto looked toward the other woman present for help, "Michiru-sama stop her! Please! You can stop her. Anything you say, she'll do." The green-haired woman stood resolute and looked steadily into the terrified girls' eyes, "You're right I could stop her with a word, however I think this is for the best." A scream, that turned into a half-choked sob escaped the young girl's throat as the finality of her mistress' tone set in. Haruka chuckled coldly, "And you thought, *I* was the strict one." White hot metal ignited white hot pain. Her senses over-loaded and caused her to violently come, pouring a large amount of love honey down her already cum-stained thighs. The young girl threw her head back in agony and ecstasy as she smelled the mingled scent of burning flesh and the musky, pungent aroma of her own womanly secretions. Her master and mistress released her bonds and left her alone. She later limped back to her bedroom. Ass and slit aching. One from too much attention, the other from not enough. However, her mistress would soon be leaving to perform in London and during her mistress' abscense, her master would soon see to it that her slit get plenty of attention. That night she dreamed of being powerful enough to escape. In her dream, bolts of electricity flared around her, but she wasn't scared, simply excited. As her Michiru-sama's' sharp, but not unkind voice cut into her joyous dreams. She save a woman in a green and white outfit with a pink bow. She could not make out the woman's face. A white-gloved hand reached for her, but as she dove for it the figure faded away. A loud voice rang out claiming that soon she'd have power and the peace that having power could bring. She'd have friends and comrades and would no longer feel like life had played a cruel trick on her, but that would come later. She knew in her heart that these words were true. Kino Makoto woke up crying at the thought of having to wait. "Makoto! Get up. Haruka's already displeased at you. Fine. Be obstinate. This is your last warning. If you're still hiding in there when she gets up. It will be between you and her. I won't help you.", Michiru stood in the doorway to her room and announced. "You didn't help me last night, Bitch.", thought Mako-chan not even daring to whisper it just in case her quarters were bugged. The young slave girl who dreamt of the power of lightening got up to dress herself and get started on her morning chores. * * * * Send all comments, compliments, and flames to hentaiotaku@rocketmail.com.