A hentai fanfic mini-series from Animelill. Here it is, due to unpopular demand, the second part of 'Savage Nights'. I'm writing this now for the simple fact that I have to finish what I start, despite all the flames I've received. Don't worry, this will only stretch out for another one - two parts or so, perhaps later I'll even combine it all into one or something. Mandatory stuff: This is either a hentai fanfic or a seriously weird one. Of course, this is only a caution to those who are under 18. If you are under 18, give us a buzz at: animelill@hotmail.com and I'll tell you how old I really am. All nice stuff goes to the above address. Flames and other unhelpful junk goes to: animelill@geocities.com. Sailor Moon belongs to a nice Japanese lady called Naoko Takeuchi and some big companies here and overseas. "This is hardcore." (Jarvis Cocker -- from super-cool British rock group Pulp) --------------- Savage Nights pt. 2: The calm before the storm --------------- The Sakura Inn was a hotel/restaurant on desolate strip of highway. It was small, old and badly in need of repair, but the food there was cheap and tasty. It was a popular stop for truckers and illicit couples. Usagi arrived a few minutes before 9 o'clock. She asked an old man at the front desk in which room Ami was in. "Mizuno Ami?" the man smiled lecherously back, showing his yellow, decayed teeth. "Room 48, at the back." Usagi started down the hall. "And tell her she's a hot little fuck!" he yells after her, cackling. Uneasiness set in as Usagi walked down the dark, dusty hall. Noises seemed to ooze out of the walls, and each one made Usagi feel more claustrophobic than the last. Finally, she reached room 48. The door was slightly ajar. Usagi walked in cautiously, afraid of what might await her on the other side... There was no-one in the room. A slight breeze from an broken window chills Usagi to the bone. She rubs her shoulders in an effort to keep warm with liitle effect. The room was decorated in a velvet red wallpaper, illuminated by a low wattage bulb. The furniture was almost falling apart, made decades ago from cheap pressed wood. The door slams shut but before Usagi can turn around, someone grabs her from behind. Throwing Usagi onto the bed, they to tie her arms and legs to the bedposts. Her cries and protests are in vain, the room was made of solid brick (soundproof) and whatever was heard by anyone, ignored. Removing their balaclava to get a better view of their prey, Usagi realizes who they are. "Ami?" Ami looks up for moment to face the terrified Usagi. "Ami, why are you doing this? Can't we talk this over like two rational adults? Let me go!" her voice is wavering on the verge of absolute terror. She tugs at the ropes, hoping that they will give, but only succeeding in getting rope burn. Ami moves her face closer to Usagi's and their eyes meet in such a gaze that Usagi cannot look away. They stay like for a few moments, Ami waiting for Usagi to calm down and yield, and Usagi, still helpless, waiting for Ami's next move. The gaze is almost hypnotic, and Usagi's resistance does not last. Seeing that Usagi has calmed down, Ami releases her from the gaze and begins to undress herself in front of her, seductively touching on her own bare flesh where available and flickering her tongue at Usagi. Her deep blue eyes do not leave Usagi for a moment. Forgetting suddenly that she is being held prisoner, Usagi can only look at Ami, unashamedly becoming turned on by the sight. Her nipples begin to harden and tingle. They rub against her bra uncomfortably, longing to be set free. She thrashes her hips unconciously at Ami, begging for her flickering tongue to seek a home inside her aching cunt. Her entire body feels trapped inside her prison of clothes and she desperately tries to wriggle out of them. But the ropes still tie her to the bed. Her wrists and ankles are raw with pain, but all this is eclipsed by her burning desire. She resorts to pleading for Ami to undress faster so she may also undress her, or whimpering at her own futile attempts at trying to break free. Undressed, Ami tends to Usagi, first unbuttoning her blouse slowly, then her bra, even slowly. A drop of saliva falls from Ami's mouth onto Usagi's burning flesh. Usagi moans softly as Ami cranes her neck down to lick it up, a few strands of her blue hair touching on swollen nipples. Ami's tongue moves lower down her body, tracing lightly a path down Usagi's body from her ribs, down to her belly button, where she rested her tongue and moving lower... Nearby, Ami's hand touches upon a knot which she pulls, releasing the ropes which bound Usagi to the bed. Finally free, Usagi takes the chance and turns the tables on Ami, using the ropes to reciprocate her 'favour'. Ami can only smile as Usagi begins exact her 'revenge', first nibbling on Ami's sensitive earlobes, then making her way down with hot, wet lips and a probing tongue. Usagi leaves no place untouched, with Ami only able to bend to Usagi's whim. In the warm embrace of Ami's thighs, Usagi's tongue works ferverently, gathering up all the sweet juices seeping out between Ami's crinkled sex lips. Ami groans with pleasure as Usagi explores further, her fingers replacing her tongue. Reaching deep inside, Usagi's fingers pump in and out of Ami in steady rhythm whichs becomes faster and faster as pleasure builds inside both of them. Unable to stand her overwhelming desire, Ami comes, moaning and screaming in ecstasy with Usagi at the other end, reaping the rewards of Ami's rapture. Exhausted, they lie motionless for a few moments; Ami, still tied to the bedposts, Usagi catching her breath. Neither say anything, nor feel the need to. Untying Ami, Usagi kisses her sore, rope-burned wrists and enfolds her in her arms. Ami kisses Usagi back and nestles comfortably in Usagi's loving touch. Only one thing needs to be said, and is done so by Ami. "I love you." --------------- Outside the door room, the old man at the front desk sits, with an ear to the door, listening to what has just happened. Looking down, he sees an erection in his pants. Grinning, he shoves a hand down his pants and fondles roughly with it. Finishing quickly, he licks at his wet hand and jumps off his chair. Rushing down the hall, he picks up the phone and dials a number, known off by heart. It rings, and is answered by an apparently interrupted young woman. She, out of breath, breathes heavily. So does he. "Mamoru, it's for you." Flicking her blonde hair back, she hands her bedmate the phone. "Yeah, it's Mamoru. Whaddya want?" Cackling as he speaks, he tells of what has happened in room 48. Mamoru becomes enraged as the old man keeps telling his story. "I'll kill those fuckin' bitches. Where are they?" Spilling out the answer, the old man is filled with a sense of glee at his betrayal. Angered, Mamoru slams down the phone and dresses hastily, picking up a .22 Caliber pistol on his way out. Having caught her breath, Minako falls asleep, relatively unaffected by this incident. --------------- Walking slowly down a narrow alley, Haruka treads a track long worn. Throughout her blurred, booze life, there have been moments of clarity which prompt her to go home, apologise to Michiru for everything and become 'normal'. Usually moments like this don't last. Clarity soon wears thin. It begins again, first with some light wine, then a beer, maybe a whisky... an endless cycle. But today, routine stopped. Reaching a familiar green door, Haruka hesitates before knocking. Remembering the way she treated her, with indiference and suppressed anger, she wonders if Michiru would believe she has really changed. She knocks. Michiru answers the door quickly, having already sensed that she was there. Haruka speaks first. "Michiru... I'm sorry." Michiru looks unfazed. "Somehow, Haruka, I don't believe you." They look at each other for a moment; Haruka regretting that she came back, Michiru angry at Haruka, thinking she will never change. Haruka turns to leave. Walking a few steps, she quickly turns back to the door and knocks again, harder this time. Michiru opens the door. She opens her mouth to speak, only to be cut off by Haruka. "Why? Why don't you think I've changed?" Michiru backs down the hall as an angry Haruka walks in. She keeps walking as Haruka moves towards her, her each step in time with her heartbeat. "Why? Why am I stuck in this hell-hole? Why can't I be a different person? Why do I have to be this way..." Michiru stops as Haruka falls to her knees, wrapping her arms around Michiru's legs. There is a pleading look on her face. Tears begin to form in Michiru's eyes. Haruka's voice lowers to a whisper as she too, begins to cry. "And why... why is it that no matter how far I try to run, or how much I drink to block out everything, there is always you... Michiru? What binds me to you so closely... so tight that I can't let you go? Can you hear me, Michiru? I want to be free from all this... if I had wings I would fly away..." With this, she breaks down and weeps into Michiru's dress. Michiru is also crying, finally believing that Haruka has changed for good. She kneels down to Haruka, caressing her with words of forgiveness and kissing the tears off her cheeks. She helps her to her feet. "Come on, Haruka, you're tired. I'll take you to your bedroom." She takes Haruka by the hand and leds her to her door. To Michiru's surprise, Haruka doesn't let go. "Please Michiru, stay with me tonight. It's been so long..." Once inside, Haruka gives Michiru a long, tender kiss and leads her to the bed, sitting her down and massaging her shoulders. Michiru completely relaxes in her hands, exhaling deeply with all the pent-up pressure being released. She leans back into Haruka, who places a soft kiss on her cheek. "Haruka, I..." Michiru is stopped by a finger to her lips. "Ssshh. You don't have have to say anything." Haruka leans her head forward to whisper quietly into Michiru's ear. "Know that I love you, no matter what. I don't care what's happened, that's in the past. I will always love you, Michiru, even..." She looks down to Michiru's protruding stomach. "The baby." --------------- It's funny how drugs can control a person. They can make them happy or sad, calm or make them uncontrollable. People can become reliant -- addicted to them for a sense of well-being or happiness. "Here ya go, Rei. Half a dozen 'Hit Bees' and some Charlie. Ya want anything else? I got some Speed, or Kaos, if ya want." Rei gratefully grabs the bag, handling it like a precious baby. She shakes like a wet kitten, her eyes set on her purchase. "Na, dis'll do me for awhile, at least. See ya on Tuesday." She turns to leave, but her hand is caught by the dealer. Annoyed, she turns to face her. "Hey Setsuna, what's the big idea?" Setsuna tightens her grip on Rei and pulls her closer. Rei could feel her warm breath on her face. "Tell Mamoru, if you see him, that he didn't show on Saturday night and if he doesn't show again, I'll have to cut him a new smirk on his... face. Got that?" Rei doesn't look too Interested. Instead she looks at a cat inside a wet cardboard box. Angered, Setsuna sends her flying into the trash cans nearby. "Fucking listen, you bitch." she kneels down to Rei and slaps her hard across the face. "Owww! That hurt, Setsuna. I was listening, OK?" Rei winces at the pain inflicted. Standing upright again, she drops a small bag, half filled with a fine, light blue powder. Confused at the contents of bag, Rei looks towards Setsuna. "It's brand new, called 'Angel Lite'. I wantcha to try it out, see how hot it is, okay?" Rei nods at the idea of this freebie and scuttles away quickly, not stopping until she reached her apartment. Once inside, she sets up her hit. Pushing all the stuff on the coffee table onto the floor, she unpacks a mirror, a razor blade and a straw and places them carefully onto the table. Taking the bags out of her pocket, she ponders which to take first. The blue powder looked alright, but it was new, so she had to take percautions. Tipping a little onto the mirror and arranging it into a neat row, she snorts up half, waiting for a reaction. It comes quickly, hitting her body first and racing up to her mind. The sensation is electric, she shakes uncontrollably and falls to the floor in a fit. Her mind, already weakened by intensive drug use cannot handle this stimulation too much longer. She feels it creeping into her bones, her muscles, her entire brain. It was like a sharp burst of thunder rampaging through her, with her mind barely strong enough to take it all in. Finally giving up, she succumbs to it and loses conciousness. The whole world outside seems to shatter into a million pieces and fall away into an eternal darkness. In an instant, she finds herself back at the Moon Kingdom, fighting a losing battle. "No... not again..." --------------- When the Moon Kingdom was destroyed, Oueen Serenity trapped the Negaverse and the Senshi into her Illusion Silver Crystal. It was planned that the senshi would be reborn onto Earth with no memories of their past and if the Negaverse broke free, then they would re-awaken and defend the Earth. But it did not happen that way. The Negaverse broke free easily and too quickly for the Senshi to be reborn and wrecked havoc on Earth, conquering all and killing those who opposed them. By the time the senshi were reborn, Earth was reduced to a slave nation, serving their oppressors with no hope or chance of ever rebelling. The senshi could not help. They were reborn onto Earth years after the Negaverse occupation, their memories intact. Distraught at the memory of their deaths, they vowed deep inside never to fight again. Fate brought them all together, Haruka and Michiru, Mamoru and Usagi. They knew they could never escape the past. --------------- Barely concious, Rei's eyelids open slightly to let a single tear roll down her face. She drops the straw she was holding. Her breathing becomes slower and slower until it stops altogether. >From a distance, she looks asleep. And in a way, she is. --------------- End of part two. --------------- End notes: Alright, last time I used this spot to slag off Mark Berger, which I have since retracted. To those who are fans of Mark Berger's work, or just him, sorry. (To those who aren't, disregard what I just said.) Note: Criticizing Sailor Moon (even lemon) writers is a bad thing. Don't anyone ever criticize a writer again. The person who does so often comes off as ignorant, self-centered and just down-right stupid (I know this for a fact because I re-read my last endnote a week after I wrote it and I sounded like an obnoxious so-and-so). To writer ChibiRyuu: The above note means _you_! (see his fic, 'Renewed Hope' to see what I mean.) The Hentai Man may seem a little twisted and hardcore sometimes, but that's his style! Don't go pickin' on him, OK? The explanation for the scouts/senshi becoming this way sucks, I know. It was concieved in an ambitious, drunken moment (like me!) and sounded pretty damn good at the time. Don't e-mail me about it. -Used terms for drugs: Charlie, coke = cocaine Speed = what do you think? Kaos = Comes from the really cool Australian (and independently printed) comic, 'Bug and Stump'. Hit Bees = Someone's term for Ecstasy (?) Angel Lite = I used this before in an unpublished story of mine about a singer who yearns for a lost love and 'contacts' them through the use of a drug. As I said, this series won't go on too much longer. After all, I've still got a life outside hentai fics/Sailor Moon! Some people have asked why I don't put too much detail into these fics. Well, I do this for a number of reasons: 1. Takes up too much time. 2. Too much detail is _mucho_ boring. I mean, who wants to read a 25 page fic for only 8 - 9 pages of anything decent/worth reading at all? 3. I watch an awful lot of Hong Kong/alternate cinema and hang around (Melbourne) Chinatown a lot, so all these seedy-type places I so fleetingly describe are crystal clear in my mind, I guess not so in yours. Sorry. COMING SOON (but not in the forseeable future): SAVAGE NIGHTS pt. 3: Well, I won't say anything in case I don't fulfil my promises. Rest assured, it will happen. FOR FOREVER AND A DAY: Endymion(Mamoru) and Setsuna STUDY SESSION: Makoto and Ami (there's been an abundance of these lately) MOONLIT DIAMONDS: Usagi and Prince Dimand (don't hold your breath) Can I just say that I really like Aaron's fics? I think they are incredibly well written and imaginative. Please, check them out if you haven't already! (I know it's a shameless plug, but he deserves it!) Keep those Haruka + Michiru fics coming, folks!