Part Three: Turning Points (Usagi) Quietly I slipped away from the dark corner I had been hiding in, unseen by both Minako and Hotaru. I had seen enough, the healing was starting to begin. Inwardly I was as much surprised as I was relieved. Never had I anticipated that this night would work out so smoothly. Sure, there still would be a lot of work to be done, a lot of barriers had to be torn down but my two friends had made the first step in the right direction. Towards a better future, that would look at least a little brighter than this one. They deserved it. Looking back one last time, I smiled softly as Minako and Hotaru continued their kiss for a small eternity under the arch of the roof. A lone mistletoe had been hung over them. You could almost grasp the love radiating from them and also the tension leaving the air. I took this at my cue to leave. As pure as the kiss was, surely it would not be the only thing exchanged tonight. Walking through the darkened streets, my thoughts kept wandering back to my two friends in the backyard of the bar. Maybe their lives would look up now, maybe they could get some normality into them again. And maybe, just maybe I would be able to do so as well. Seeing them happy, made me happy and I would do anything to keep it that way. So lost in my thoughts, I hadn't really paid attention to my surroundings, other than the general way back home. That proved to be fatal. (Hotaru) As lips finally parted, I could not quite describe what I felt. Relief? Desire? Hope? Fear? But one thing that was sure like a constant was the spark of emotion, of a good emotion. A feeling had suddenly ripped right through the shell I had put it in ever since the fateful day. Love. The love for the amazing, blonde angel who had once again totally turned my world upside down and melted every resistance there might be, every hate and harsh feelings like butter. With one touch, one kiss there had been more said and done as in years before. It left me vulnerable, exposed and more than a little scared. Scared of what was about to come, the consequences. Tomorrow, I was sure I would face the world differently and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. "Minako..." I breathed in a hushed whisper as gentle fingers were tiptoeing on my cheek. I stared up in blue eyes and wondered if it was possible to get lost in them. Lost in these orbs sparkling with the kind of adoration that made you all tingly inside. I was slowly losing myself in the situation. "Are you alright now?" her voice soft but inquiring broke through the helpless state she had sent me into herself. Slowly I nodded and brought my own hands up to caress her face. Following a sudden urge I pulled her head down and this time the contact was much more heated, fueling the flame of passion between us anew, just like on this evening a few days ago, but this time I hoped it would not be blown out again. Tongues soon met in a game for dominance and I could feel her hands on my hips with the clear intentions of moving somewhere far less clothed. I growled deeply but pulled her up anyways. It was hard to resist the primal call from my body but I had to make sure that this would not turn out as the last time. Minako didn't seem to be offended by the temporally repulsion. I put a finger on her lips to still her question. "Not here. Let's go over to my place. It's just a few blocks." She nodded, her face lightening up a bit. I suppose she had feared that I had changed my mind and would reject her. "If you don't want to, we don't have to..." she started but I just shook my head and took one of her hands between mine. "Just promise that you won't vanish on me again." Minako looked down at our intertwined hands and then back up to me. Her eyes sincere and her smile kind of shy. "I won't." (Usagi) I had no time to react. Looking back on this event I should have been able to do something. While mostly despising physical strength my developed body was as much attuned to the benefits of my Senshi self as Minako and Hotaru's were. As it was I was brought rudely out of my thoughts when hands grabbed me from behind in a steel-like embrace and pushed me into a nearby alley. All was happening so fast I could barely follow. At one moment I was walking down the street to my home, happy about the successful matchmaking and the next I was thrust brutally against the stone wall of a back alley. Thick hands started to rip through my clothing and I gasped as another pair tore down my pants with almost systematical force. The strong, definitely male hands reached up to grip my breasts and squeeze down as if they were just buttons that could be pressed. Enduring the inevitable ordeal until now in silence I cried out as I felt my unknown attackers dick being rammed right up my butt without warning. My head snapped up and I felt my vision blur, almost whiten from the hot, blazing sting. I could not believe how much pain there was as my insides were filled against their will and beyond any capacity. Through the tears of anguish I caught a glimpse of a woman in front of me. I would not have made the connection from the leather jacket and the dyed-scarlet hair alone but the marks on her throat, almost impossible to be seen in the darkness, made it horribly clear who I had happened to run into. That recognition was not a relief though as behind me another thrust rocked me forward and I would have let loose with another bloody scream, if my own bra hadn't been forced into my mouth. The woman grabbed my hips, her fingernails scraping my flesh sharply and without warning bent forward to dive between my traitorous dripping- wet pussy lips. It didn't have much to do with the term of lovingly "eating someone out" though. I simply pressed my eyes tightly shut as another wave of agony crashed through me as the cock behind me was drawn back and lined up for another thrust while the woman did not waste time with stimulating either as I felt her teeth smash down hard on my clit immediately sending another orgasm that had nothing to do with pleasure through me. (Minako) Hotaru fondled nervously with her keys. I could not blame her that her concentration was evaporating into the cold air of the late hour. We had barely made it to her home with our clothing still intact. Her leather jacket was open and I had lost mine already, only loosely hanging from my sleeves. Before the raven-haired beauty had found the lock completely, she had to suddenly stop and gasp as my hands couldn't be restrained any longer and found their way under her shirt and bra. I was delighted to see that the nipples under my touch already stood to attention. The small moans I drew out while making small, circular patterns on her sensitive skin turned into a surprised squeal as in one incredible maneuver I had managed to withdraw my hands, holding the black leather bra in my hands. So, little Hotaru was a bit of a fetish, ne? Staring at me with round eyes, as she finally managed to unlock the door, Hotaru only managed a weak "How?" before I had her inside the apartment and the door shut. I think we knocked a lot of things over that lay in our path towards the bedroom. My attack was swift and furious as I let loose on the tight control I usually regaled myself with, even with Usagi. This time though it was not a haze of alcohol clouding my mind but an open, honest expression of feelings. Hotaru found herself bare of anything but her panties - leather too - when we finally managed to find her small but cozy bedroom. The shriek from suddenly being airborne and landing on the bed, turned into almost ceremonial silence when I climbed onto the bed on the edge. Slowly, lecherously I crawled up her naked body like a cat cornering her prey, refusing any kind of contact. Hotaru's eyes followed my ascend transfixed as I took in every inch, every subtle movement of her birthday's suit at once. Finally coming up to the same level as her my desire-filled eyes found hers and the whimper from her mouth was enough to ignite the love I felt for the smaller girl ablaze anew. "You're so beautiful." Hotaru whimpered again and was now squirming at the loss of contact, almost whined when I sat up momentarily, straddling her hips and the sounds turned into another series of gasps and moans when I slowly slipped out of my shirt and bra. Taking in the white, albino skin so naturally beautiful and the absolute obvious want in her eyes, my decision was already made. No stops today. I would give her everything. My colleagues from work knew from experience that I was good, a natural talent but I had always resigned myself to a certain control. Before this night was over I would make the wonderful, young woman below squirm and shudder, yes beg before bringing her to release. No less she deserved. (Hotaru) Goddess, was it that what girls and women alike went on about? Feeling like the most special woman alive? If yes then I was certainly already beyond that point. The wanton need I could easily read in the blonde's eyes was breathtaking. This wasn't a dream, this wasn't a fantasy, Minako really did want me. Me. Wow... Her body I noted with fascination was like a sculpture, the work of a great artist and definitely worthy of her nickname. A Goddess of Love and Beauty she truly was. Her breasts not too big, just... right, wonderfully round-shaped, already hardened now from her own arousal. Her skin flawless, without any traces, neither battle scars nor love markings. It seemed to be actually glowing in my eyes. I craved more contact, wanted this beautiful angel to touch me, wanted to touch her myself but to my dismay she slapped my eager hands away and waved one finger in front of my face. Before I could voice a protest there was only a flash of movement warning me, as lips tickled and caressed my earlobe. No teeth, no nibbling, just kissing and I could not believe how good that felt. A shudder ran down my spine as the blonde vixen continued her torture-like treatment of kisses down my cheeks and on my neck and throat, momentarily reaching up to bring my mouth to hers but again denying the pleasure of the tongue. Whimpering under her touch she continued downward on my chest, as her hands were added below, fingernails, just the nails, stroking along my inner thighs, stopping inches away from the entrance of my lips below which were burning with anticipation by now. I growled as she withdraw, instead continuing her treatment on my ass cheeks with the same restraint as before. Meanwhile her lips had found my right breast and I wanted to scream for her to stop killing me a thousands times over with that sweet but unfulfilling kisses, brushing over my by now hypersensitive skin. Like a mantra, the only thing I could mumble was a muffled "Onegai" again and again. When she finally did it I was suddenly lifted into a world of unbelievable bliss. Without warning her mouth closed over one erect nipple, teeth raking on impatiently waiting flesh, sucking the round nub in her mouth. My hands gripped the bed sheets and I let loose with an almost bloodcurdling screech that I was sure jolted every neighbor out of their sleep, as I came from Minako's mouth on my breast alone. I never knew that was possible until now. And from the looks of it and the sly grin as she looked up at me through heavy eyelids she was not finished by a long shot. I closed my eyes in preparation as she turned her attention at my other breast. (Usagi) Another bloodcurdling scream was gagged when I felt my tight hole penetrated once again by the man's enormous member that felt like a sword hilt inside of me. This time it just wasn't the bra anymore. That has been discarded as I had been forced to "eat out" the redheaded woman myself. When the ruthless motions from behind increased in relentless speed I could only do so much to hold on as complying willingly with my rapists' demands and could only wonder, if it was possible to suffocate from swallowing too much cum. I was beyond caring though. In the last minutes that seemed like an eternity for me the two assailants had done almost anything humanly imaginable and beyond to my aching and screaming body. Switching positions constantly I had been forced to swallow that huge dick until I thought it would go right down my throat. While the man was simply brutal and fixed on his own pleasure, the woman was worse. She seemed to enjoy the ordeal with a maddening gleam in her eyes. Not only did I have to literally swallow fluids from her ass until I threw up in disgust but for that I only got more punishment from her for my troubles. With her thick leather belt she had continued in an appalling rhythm to first whip my exposed clit with the metal buckle. I almost passed out from the searing, stabbing pain. I could not even scream as the man had taken his turn to gag me with his fat ass as he apparently watched interested when the women finally rolled up the belt and forced it down my swollen, sore, blistering and surely already infected opening with a brutality that defied description. My tears must have turned bloody somewhere during all the "action" and I could only pray that they were finished soon because I doubted that I could take much more. The pumping increased again while the woman yanked at my odangos to pull my face even deeper in her own opening. My breasts were torn apart and above any erection state, held by nipple clamps which the woman had pulled out with pure delight and chained them on the metal box she was currently sitting on. Every thrust, every movement caused them to stretch like bubblegum and it hurt like hell. My stamina was long gone and if the situation had been different I wondered how the male could stand it. He didn't seem to care though as he filled me again and again with his hard member and seed. And then they suddenly stopped. Leaving me on the verge of another unwanted but sadistically needed release with the sticky taste of the woman's salvia smeared around my face. I didn't dare to move despite the agonized cries of my body that was racked with pain, cries pounding like a jackhammer in a never-ending rhythm. I heard clothing being donned again but still did not dare to do more than suck in long breaths of the chilly air that now began to add its sensation to my naked and battered body. Senshi stamina be damned, I don't believe even a god could have come out of this without being on the verge of death. At this point I think only the Ginsuishou had kept me awake and alive. "Useless whore," I heard the feminine laugh behind me, before her belt once again struck home setting me off one last time, rocking me from the box surface and making my nipples burn as they were almost ripped off. "She lasted long though." The woman laughed again as footsteps began to walk away. "Do you feel better now?" the man asked. "Much." (Minako) The poor girl was practically out of her mind by the time I finally ended my seductive trail of butterfly kisses and took more severe action. If I wouldn't be too occupied I would have applaud myself for making Hotaru come from a gentle love bite on her breast alone. I knew what she was going through right now and that I was on the verge of accomplishing the goal I had set myself. In my dim memory I knew that I had done this once before in my past life but wasn't quite sure how or with whom but from that experience alone I was sure Hotaru was about to literally pounce me through the bed in an effort to satisfy the raging fire that was only fueled more by the first release. It was like she was cumming but it felt different, slow. Too slow. Instead of scratching that itch inside of her, it was making her even hornier! Another hoarse scream tore from her throat as I finally succumbed to my own hunger and sought out her mounds like devouring food. Lips racked over skin that was literally on fire from the earlier treatment and my hands instinctively shot up below to press two fingers from each hand in her center. Hotaru would have rocked off the bed from the sensation if I wouldn't have pressed her down with my own body and her screams of pleasure were music in my ears. The sensation on her cum immediately spilling out as my fingers squeezed her clit and the wild passion and craziness in her eyes as she looked down to me was enough to completely sent me over the edge. I think I must have hissed like a wildcat. In one swift movement I was down between her swollen pussy lips, widening the entrance forcefully with my fingernails and diving right to the source. My tongue shot out and hit her delicious button immediately while my mouth clamped down on the opening, prepared to take the full load of what was to come. And coming it did. With a piercing screech that sounded like someone was murdering her over and over again, her sweet salvia came rushing out like water behind a dam when a hole was smashed into it. I proceeded to drink every inch of. The powerful taste and Hotaru's hand clawing on my head, pushing me even further in to the point where it wasn't possible anymore, I felt my passion-ignited mind totally slip into a frenzy. The smell was intoxicating, like a drug leaving you totally lightheaded and I could feel my body quiver from a sudden orgasm that hit me so unexpected that I had to cease my actions momentarily. She hadn't even done anything but the heat that was charging the air with pure energy was so strong I felt like being electrocuted from the experience of bringing her to release alone. Acting on my own fire down below I smashed one thigh in between hers, crashing our centers together and sending both of us over the edge immediately. I fell forward, seeking out her breasts once again for some time, before devouring her mouth with a hunger leaving her panting afterwards. Her hands were on my back, fingernails digging into my flesh and when I rocked forward even further, my pelvis now not far from defying the impossible of being merged with hers, Hotaru didn't waste any time to pull me down and suck... no, make that gnaw on my own blistering breasts. I shrieked in ecstasy from the contact and nearly fell off of her. It was like a geyser was inside of me and shooting streams of hot, burning water up my very soul again and again. It took me a time to finally forfeit my own pleasure and move back to the task I had set for myself. Finally untangling my legs I did not let up on the pace as my right hand sought out her center while the other cupped her breast. Sliding down her body again, I left a steady, visible trail of simultaneously scraped from teeth and softened by tongue and kisses skin behind. I had her whimpering, moaning, groaning and panting at the same time when I reached her breasts again. Clamping down hard on one nipple, I balled up my fingers into a fist below and thrust deeply into her core, sending shockwaves through the air from the backlash of screaming and power filling the air. It was almost... No, it was touchable now, the heavy, prickling sensation of energy and I shuddered with tiny, mini-orgasms from that high-charged air on my bare skin. I hadn't counted how often I had set Hotaru off with my fist and my other hand teasingly fingering the tight hole between her ass cheeks but when I finally withdraw, Hotaru amazingly begged in a crescendo of cries to continue. Not one to question in such a situation, I dipped my head down between her thighs again and latched onto the sweet fountain in renewed frenzy. (Hotaru) I doubt my mind was still present because any rational thoughts had vanished the moment Minako had elicited the first wave of pleasure. Instead of a release that I expected I was thrilled to encounter the passion slowly filling me and heightening my arousal even further. When she started to attack me without restraint, I could feel my very soul shooting up from its resting place and latching onto... something. With every release, every mixture of sweet pain and bliss she brought upon my flesh, the waves of never-ending sensations only came in higher quantities. Every nerve ending of my body was screaming as my body yielded to the incredulous treatment that this human goddess was lavishing on me. Every time my form rocked with the steadily heightening shudder of another release. There already was the craving for another. I didn't know someone could last that long or set off so much cum in one session but somehow that blonde animal managed to do just that. My throat was already hoarse from the screaming as her fist hit my clit once again with merciless force that was almost sadistically arousing. I had to bite down hard on my bottom lip, drawing a small line of blood in an effort to not rip my vocal cords apart. After that I just thought I couldn't take any more but as I looked down to her, her face hovering over my thighs my body once again betrayed any belief as it was craving even more. Minako didn't hesitate either and when her mouth went again to the task of literally drinking up my sex-inflicted wetness, I reflexively put my legs around her neck as my body shot off from the bed like a bowstring being tightened. Squeezing my thighs further together to a point where it must have hurt, the only thing I could do to hold on to sanity and gravity alike was to claw on the bed sheets. Like a tape on auto reverse she sucked and licked my clit relentlessly as her hands sought out my ass again and pressing into the opening throwing away every idea of foreplay. Again and again the avalanche of releases tumbled over me and my vision slowly began to turn blinding white, spots of multicolored light occasionally adding to it. Then, finally - although I could honestly not tell me if my body did not weep in regret -, Minako ended the ride on the burning fires of hell and the sweet currents of heaven alike. In one last effort to bring out the most pleasure possible, she managed to do everything at once. Her tongue thrusting against my pleasure spot, her teeth tightening without restraint around my clit, her fingers in my anus, plunged in deeply. Everything together sent such a explosion off in my body that I cried out her name to the heavens above in one long, drawn-out scream that defied description and any sound barrier. My world erupted into a shower of colors in my vision and quivers from my body. For one instant, one incredible, long and infinite moment I was sure to be completely lifted from the physical plane into something higher, something more spiritual, more pure. I had no idea at all how much time passed. The next thing I managed to weakly register was Minako leaning over me and kissing me softly, stroking my damp hair with her fingers. She pulled me on top of her and wrapped her arms around my body which was to my amazement totally relaxed, in a state where nothing could have inflicted pain, so powerfully good it felt. My head rested against her chest, just a little above her breasts. I was astonished that a small part of me was still able to feel regret, regret that she had done most of the work. However, I was far too weak to return the favor right now. In the morning maybe and that was the last thought before my eyes drifted shut and my breathing calmed in blissful happiness. Life was looking up again. (Usagi) The alley was silent as I lay unmoving still draped over the box, my blistering center still pressed against the metal and the clamps still straining my breasts somewhat, more like pressing against them harshly as I lay on the surface. I had no idea how long I was lying there, the cold, chilly air crawling up and down my body and in an ironic way "freezing" the "heat" of the soreness on my whole body. It began as a slow ripple of soft fingers and even those were leaving burning trails like stigmatizing the skin. At the same time I knew though that the wounds, slashes and bite marks were slowly fading under the infinite power of the Ginsuishou. Slowly I reached up to unhook the nipple clamps, brushing over one nipple in the process almost in wonder at how erect it still was. What I felt at that moment? Nothing. Completely, totally nothing. I had heard and read about rape victims and the experiences they were going through, the shame that followed through the rest of their lives. But there was nothing at all right now. My mind drew a complete blank and my movements were trance-like, almost hypnotic when I gathered my barely recognizable clothing and wrapped it as best as possible around my slowly freezing skin. I don't know what had befallen me as I reached for the nipple rings on the box and on a whim dropped them into the pocket of my jacket. Returning to the main street, I resumed my original path back home. After all it was late and I had to be home sometime, right? My arms were wrapped tightly around my body and my head had fallen down to chest level, almost touching breastbone while my legs moved on their own, continuing on their path home. Useless whore. Even the voice of the woman didn't seem to be able to jolt me out of my state. Useless. Pathetic. Selfish. A good ride... whore. Useless. The words kept up and only intensified with every step, every beat of my heart. But I didn't care. What was there to care for anyway? I was all this things, had become a sickening, twisted mirror of the Princess I once had been and the Queen all had hoped I would become. I couldn't even get my own life in order, pitying and losing myself in self-misery. It only served me right to be denied touching the happiness that had come into reachable distance at the beginning of this night. I didn't deserve any better, I deserved every inch of the beating and mauling I received today. Every bit of it. Without a noise I slipped into the dark house and up the stairs, not disturbing any of the already sleeping occupants. Of course they wouldn't worry, I told them I would stay out late with a friend. Okaasan had been pleasantly surprised. Entering my room, I locked the door behind me and pulled my useless clothing off. Throwing it all into a pile in a corner, I decided to burn the evidence first thing in the morning. It wouldn't do any good for someone to accidentally discover it. I wouldn't deserve the pity anyway, they were better off not knowing. And Minako and Hotaru? Well, they were happy now, right? I still had to make sure that this happiness would last. That was the plan and what was I to deviate from my responsibility again because of such a trivial matter? No, it did not matter what happened to me but I would make sure that they were happy before... Before what? I did not know and did not care either. As I sat on the edge of the bed I looked down in only mild surprise that my hands were playing with the nipple clamps. The trance began to cloud any rational thought again as I lay back and pulled the covers up before in a clinical fashion snapping the tiny metal clamps over my exposed nipples with abrupt force. I whimpered slightly but proceeded to fasten the chains hanging loosely from the clamps over my clit immediately seeking out the most painful spot, pulling both rings together right over the swollen nub.. My knees were drawn up to my body to allow access for the short chains and every time I tried to stretch jolts of pleasure and pain would be racing through my body. Closing my eyes I "gently" rocked back and forth as I cried myself to sleep. Life was being dark again. Yet what should I care? What else should I expect to deserve other than punishment? Punishment for my failure.
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