The silence was what decided it, in the end.
Setsuna stood there, head spinning and knees weak. She stood frozen, hands tugging down on little sailor bow that currently shielded her breasts from public viewing. Her tanned, taught stomach and lovely navel was completely bared, and only her small skirt protected her from exposure of her most scared place of all. There was an otherworldly fiend staring at her with malicious intent, and a stunned audience staring at the tall, exotically tanned woman with long dark green hair whose clothes were, one by one, vanishing into the ether.
In other times and places, Setsuna prided herself on being the calm and collected scout. It was a demeanor easy enough to aquire- she was the senshi of Time, after all. When you can spend your days looking into past and future, going over every inch of possibility until the path to the preferred outcome is all but laid out for you step by step….that goes a long way to building the cool, detached style she presented to the world. But as much as she would like to be, Setsuna was never TRULY detached from the world. She was too old, too wise for that. And it was killing her now.
Setsuna could be called a student of history. Past and present and future- the portal through time she stood watch over allowed her to review each moment as easily as a normal person might watch a television. She envied the faith the other scouts could have in humanity- they were so young, so idealistic. Even the supposed cynicism of her friends in the Outer Senshi was touchingly naïve. Setsuna…she knew humanity. She knew what their thoughts revolved around. Every person was selfish by default. It took effort, willpower, strength of being to rise above that. She had seen shining examples of virtue, but she had seen a hundred more examples of vice and betrayal.
She knew what was on the minds of the people staring at her right now. She could see the pure lust in those eyes. She could practically feel them visually roaming over her, as if their gaze was a physical thing probing her body. She knew how the human mind worked. She had none of the sailor scout’s naivete. Humans, all noble intentions put aside, revolved around two goals- a desire for wealth….and a desire for sex. And oh how they obsessed over those things!
If Setsuna could be the thing she aspired to be, this wouldn’t matter. Clothed or naked, powers or not, audience or no- she would fight to her last to end this threat. Detached, collected, assured of her purpose, she would have no fear or qualms about battering this demon to death regardless of how many eyes were on her.
Setsuna was not what she aspired to be. She saw the eyes on her, knew she was to be the player in their sexual fantasies, knew every inch of her would now play host to websites and videos and photographs….and she trembled. And then a silence came over the audience, and Setsuna ran.
Sailor Pluto was what one might call an expert on silence. Her days were spent with watching over the void between times. She had learned to love the silence, to savor the flavor and the taste the way one might savor a fine wine. Silence, she discovered, had a music all its own. It could be beautiful, peaceful, flowing and long and soft. There were some silences so perfect you could wrap yourself in them like velvet. There were some silences more fragile than glass, yet with a greater weight than the most sacred of places could hold. And then…there was this silence. This charged, expectant silence of eager eyes and leering faces. This was the silence of the wolf before it kills the lamb. This was the silence of the storm before the rains come. This was the silence of the headman before his axe fell.
They were waiting for her to be naked. They WANTED her to be naked, for the last of her to be laid before them helpless and bare. They wanted to see her blush, to see her squirm. They wanted her to be the object of their lust, her modesty flung away and her body completely and totally theirs to see.
All thoughts of being a Sailor Scout, of duty and honor, of the threats to the crowd and of punishing the creature that was feeding on them- they fled as surely as her clothing had. It was too much for the woman who would gladly give her life for this cause. Her life, yes. Never this! She gone too long, spent her entire existence hiding away from this world. She couldn’t face it, being laid out like this, all her secrets gone and the privacy she’d killed for to fade away like mist. Or clothes.
So she ran. Arms clutching at her bow, pressing with feverish desperation to the enormous orbs whose bottoms peaked out beneath the last of her covering, jostling and jiggling with each step she took. She ran, her skirt fluttering behind her, offering littler peaks and glimpses of her rounded butt cheeks, which jiggled ever so slightly in time with her breasts.
She had no idea where she was going. When the large, heavy shadow leapt in front of her path, she squeeked and skidded to a halt. Ara stared at her, crossing her arms.
“Don’t run.” Ara said. “Running just makes me want to chase you. Chase you, catch you, play with you. I promise, if you run you won’t get away, and I WILL make this harder on you.”
“Leave me alone.” Pluto whimpered.
“No.” Ara said. “Not until I get a little payback. You were going to kill me, remember? I’m going to make sure you remember what it feels like to be helpless and vulnerable and begging for mercy. Maybe next time you’ll be more sympathetic. Besides….I’m gonna have WAY too much fun to pass this up.”
Pluto’s knees trembled and her lip quivered. This wasn’t happening. She glanced to her left and right. Then she saw it. A train, mere minutes away from disembarking. One of those passenger trains that helped commuters get into the center of Tokyo. That was her escape from here. How she would deal with her situation….she could solve this AFTER some distance between her and the thing she was fighting.
Pluto inched in that direction, her eyes slanting back towards Ara.
“Pluto. Don’t run. I’m only saying this one more time. Its not a good idea.” Ara said.
Pluto paused only a second longer. Then she fled, heading straight for the train.
Pluto’s heart sank a little inside the train. This was a passenger train, a bit like an above ground subway or a commuter rail. And it was full. Hundreds of people were gawking at her. But at least….
“Pluto….” Came a voice behind her. Pluto closed her eyes and softly cursed. She didn’t need to turn around to know who was behind her.
Pluto turned around slowly, like a small child caught in the act of something naughty. Ara stood, her expression blank.
“Are we done now? You can keep running if you want.” Ara offered.
“I’m done.” Pluto said softly.
“Good.” Ara said, spitting a wod of dark energy from her mouth. As the missile moved toward Pluto, she instinctively made to dodge it. But as it approached, the missile split into 4 pieces. Pluto panicked, hands and legs flailing out in all directions. Each new missile connected with a single limb, quickly congealing into strands of web that expanded to the floor and ceiling.
Pluto found herself spread eagled in a crowded commuter train, bound up in sticky strands of web that encased her arms and legs. The curve of her round breasts was stretched and rising high on her chest, her bow literally centimeters away from exposing her rounded brown areolas and the erect nipples (her fear and adrenaline managing to betray her). Her skirt was the flimsiest of protections from a full view of her sex. The bottoms of her butt cheek were already on display.
“So….Pluto….here we are. Can you move? Can you call up any more magic to help you?” Ara asked, seemingly honestly interested.
“No.” Pluto said, her voice so small and forlorn she might have as well been the little fly her current predicament reminded her of.
“Good.” Ara said, walking towards her, one pair of hands crossed over her chest, the other on her hips, and a third in a classic ‘thinker’ position as if she was pondering something.
“W-what happens now?” Pluto said, her voice trembling.
“What happens now?” Ara asked. “Plu, I thought that was obvious. What happens now is…anything I want to happen now.”
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