Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ In But A Dream-A Sailormoon-JTHM crossover ❯ Gettin' Crazy with the Bullwhips! *NC-17* ( Chapter 26 )

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Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her.
This particular chapter was written by The collective efforts of Q,RantinAn and Hailey
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In But a Dream

A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic

Chapter 26 ~ Gettin' Crazy with the Bullwhips

Her fingers came to her pink gloves and she snapped them into place. The sound reverberated against the wall. 'Nny felt a slight twinge somewhere in his body as Hotaru came closer, her stern eyes staring him down. He was scared-stiff as he lay on his bed-like torture chair and Hotaru's hands came down to the straps and buckled his frail limbs into place… No hesitations… No resistance…

'Nny looked sharply at Hotaru who had walked back from the mercy machine that kept Nny in place. Her eyes fogged over as if they had been entombed in glass and the heat resonating from them had mixed with a horrible cold on Hotaru's inside. 'Nny looked into the density of the fog, as it swirled and spun. A look of apprehension swam across his face as he rattled his limp wrists and ankles against the steel brackets, trying to shake himself out, but knowing very well that it wasn't possible. Hotaru reproached his chair and began to circle his prison, as 'Nny shook all about in hopes of escape.

The unfamilar emotions of fear fluttered in 'Nny's rib cage as he struggled with his straps. His struggles intensified as the girl reached out with one hand, letting her gloved finger trail along 'Nny's jawbone, deftly avoiding his snapping jaw!

"How does it feel, 'Nny" The girl purred out the question, but hissed out the name with narrow, enraged eyes. "How does it feel to be in the very same position as your countless victems. Never knowing when death will come. Oh, I know how it is. You told me about 'Mmy...don't like people sculpt out a hell in your image. tsk. Well-" She placed eather hand on his, leaning so she was near the thin man's face. "How'm I doin' so far?"

Johnny trembled as Hotaru's thin body inclined deeper into his space, her hands still leaning against his, him wanting her closer, but farther away. In a way not knowing what to want...
*Oh, but Johnny, you already know what you want! You just won't admit it...!* Rev. Meat chimed bitter-sweetly in his head. Hotaru's massive eyes gazed into his, growing larger, buggy in. The strong gaze took a hold on him and 'Nny turned his head away as Hotaru's torso fell into him. 'Nny flinched as her body collided with his, but his face stay turned to hers.

Hotaru scrutinized 'Nny's seemingly disgusted face and felt a flash of hot fury...
*HMPH! How rude! Is THAT how it's going to be? Is it...? *The thought that all that 'Nny felt towards Hotaru was pure dislike boiled inside of her. But in Johnny's curious mind, there were no feelings of enmity anymore, there was a feeling of wonderment, he was almost eager for her to torture him. He chuckled out loud at this thought, the thought of his solicitousness for a completely unknown, unplanned, unascertained, unnoted, unperceived, unfamiliar, undiscovered, unexplored, unexplained, underaged girl left, and very able, to do whatever her heart pleased to do to this nasty, viscious man, bound in a chair, chuckling madly, and waiting, just waiting. Hotaru eyed him with undelighted interest, wondering if he had read her thoughts, scared! Scared to death...

Of course, Johnny naturally assumed weapons,blood and guts were to be involved. This thought withstanding, Johnny blinked and silenced his snickers as Hotaru's hand trailed from his chest, down his stomach, and down further still.

"Hey-wait! What the hell?! Fuck! FUCK!!" 'Nny shreaked out the curses, before swallowing his voice, recoiling from Hotaru. He tried to curl into a ball to sheild himself, but his restraints prevented that.

'Nny shuddered in mental revulsion as the feathery caresses from those gloved fingertips caused his hormones to go wild. As parts of him that he despised responded to Hotaru's touch, he screamed wordlessly for the impending loss of his purity. The girl's vicious smile was all that he could stare at.... it was either that, or her hands, slowly and teasingly unzipping the fly of his black denims.

'Nny screamed out in defiance as Hotaru shimmied his pants down slightly, his loose waistband on his tight, red jockeys, exposing his enlargening member. Horror seared through Johnny as a look of audacity streamed across his pale face. Hotaru looked him up slowly and thoroughly. She tried hard not to show her feelings of indignation towards his look of repugnance, and also her feelings of surprise at the size of his phallus.

Granted, Hotaru had nothing truely to compare it too: Two of her caretakers being lesbians, and the third being a spinster. One tends to be naive with such ..influences.
Hotaru nearly relented her assault, fearing she had not the strength to see her intentions through. And Johnny's complaints were not helping the situation. And yet, he had raped her mind, violated her sanity, killed her emotions for...anyone really. It seemed only suiting she return the brittle happenings.

Instead of going straight to the source, her dainty fingers went to his shirt, pulling it up over his head. Nny felt a surge of relent slice through his thin body... Don't show her your pain. You're much better than that. Aren't you Johnny...? Johnny cringed at the emanance of Rev. Meat's voice, yet again. Hotaru started humming a queer, jostling tune, while her fingers lingered down his rising chest, to his midriff with great dexterity. Just the feel of Hotaru's graceful fingers made 'Nny wince, although he knew he shouldn't, the touch tickled him slightly, but the want to laugh was overcome with the horror of touch, of feel. He screamed, making Hotaru clearly pleased with herself, knowing that she was getting to him, and beginning ever more excited, she delved further...

Hotaru ran her hand over the bound man's straining erection, her blood stained cloves leaving red whorls against the taunt flesh.
"Oh my!" she breathed. "Just like a lolly pop!"
'nny screamed as she lowered her head her tongue extending to lap cat like at the bloodstains. Hotaru couldn't tell it it was a scream of horror or pleasure, but she liked it. She like it because it showed that homicidal maniac knew who was in control here. She continued the cat like lapping with her tongue, stopping every now and then to giggle at the way the uncontrolled erection bobbed and twitched when she blew on it, remarking in surprise when the taste of it change from iron rich blood to something new. Something salty, and a little bitter, but still good. Johnny was begging, pleading with her to stop now, but she grinned up at him, a devil twinkling deep in her eyes, and stretching her mouth wide open, she gently lowered her lips over the homicidal maniac's cock head.
By this time, 'nny was keening caught between his utter loathing of contact with unclean flesh, and the undeniable fact that a part of him was enjoying the somewhat clumsy caresses of lips teeth and tongue as the girl toyed with him.

A hateful lust grew inside Johnny's body. His face contorted in pleasure mixed with hate… towards the girl. She had broken him.
*…You thought you were impenetrable. Your barrier of hate. But look at you now…*Rev. Meat voiced coolly in Nny's ear. Telling Johnny what he already knew… *You love her don't you…?* The little bunnies' head floated lazily into view and bobbed just beyond Hotaru's ear. Not knowing if Johnny had heard him, Nailbunny echoed the phrase…
*You love her don't you…?*
Johnny looked at the bunny with scolding eyes…
*You lo-…*
"NO!"

Hotaru looked with fascinated eyes at Johnny.
*… I'm getting to him aren't I. I'm doing it…!* She sucked harder. More of that new fluid came into her mouth. The scummy texture mixed with that acrid flavour now started to get to her. A bit dripped carelessly out of her mouth as she continued to lick. It collected in her mouth and now she had nothing to do with it. Bravely she decided to swallow. The slimy white slithered down the back of her throat. A sour look spread across her face. She half wished she hadn't have done that. With new courage she stroked him with her tongue as Johnny writhed in his cold barricades trying ever so hard not to enjoy, but failing miserably.

Rev. MEAT seemed to smile at Johnny as the plastic toy observed the throat action of Saturns heavy swallow. *Now, isn't this a show, Bunny? Ohhh...Lookit that! There's no way she's new at this.*
A voice..or maybe two or three suddenly struck out at the plastic plaything.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT HER!! ITS NOT TRUE!! She's pure and Good underneith,Meat! You're just need to twist it to fuck with 'Nny!"

Or did the voice say "Me"?

Hotaru cringed at the meaty doll's words. Why? She knew MEAT was lying. She knew she never has done anything like this before. Yes, she practiced kissing her pillow long into the nights, and she even kissed Chibi-Usa once, out of curiosity. Haruka-Papa and Michiru-Mama were girls, and they kissed. . .there was nothing wrong with it.

But Hotaru had never, neve done anything like this. Her violet eyes began to tear slightly in shame.

But then she heared shouting, for her virtue and purity. Pulling away, she ran the back of her hand across her mouth to clean any mess, and adverted her eyes from the scene she had caused.

Johnny looked down on the young Hotaru, not understanding why she had turned away. A small tear fell from Hotaru's tear duct. The purple irises glassed over as a stream fell slowly down her snowy cheeks. Saturn wiped at her face as she came to grips with herself. The shame filled her to the brim, but at the same time she felt no regret, she was incomprehensibly happy she had done that horrible deed. Her face brightened as she turned to Johnny who looked at her in turn, not with a smile, but with a perplexed look. He had calmed down and now he didn't understand at all what had just happened. It had seemed like it had lasted about half-a-century. He hadn't wanted it, he had screamed, he had loathed her at the time for putting him through it. His 'just desserts'. And now that it had come and gone and he wanted it back… *Why do you want it back Johnny, why…?* Rev. Meat cooed, sneering keenly in his ear, already knowing that unsaid, but not unthought-of answer.

Hotaru continued her warm smile as she sniffed at her runny nose, the tears that remained started to dry, and for some reason, 'Nny became flabbergasted by that innocent face smiling almost adoringly at him. But he smiled non-the-less, wanting to get out of those fucking restraints and fast… What are you doing 'Nny…? Johnny smiled even wider as he saw Hotaru get up, still in her fucked up Johnny-slash-senshi suit. The slinky figure of Saturn traversed the stain of blood on the floor to where Johnny was in the restraints. Hotaru's hand came down and unclasped the buckled steel. Johnny jumped out of the seat, pulling up his pants frantically as Hotaru's still smiled at him. He turned to her and stood there silent, looking at those gleaming teeth… What the fuck is she on. What the fuck…

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! STOP IT! STOP SMILING AT ME! STOP SMILING AT ME! STOP IT NOW!" He ran hurriedly to the door of the room, ran savagely through it and up the many flights of stairs as Hotaru stood there dumb-struck and fainted right there…

*There there, sleep little one…* whispered nailbunny kindly in Hotaru's ear. *… You've done a whole lot today, you must be so tired…* Hotaru's chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths while her sleepy body slept and 'Nny continued to run madly away from that threatening smile.