Raven's Ideal Date

Bradley decided that it was about time to go finish off his work with Raven. He did have her head pretty well spun around, with her inexplicable obedience, bizarre compulsions, and all her friends acting like everything going on was perfectly normal. The fact that he'd left her sense of history unmodified only really served to fuck with her further, so he went to find Raven.

As it turned out, Raven was currently sniffing his dried cum from where he'd jerked off on her panties, whispering to herself lewd words: "Bradley's so smart. I'm so dumb. Bradley's so smart. I'm so dumb." The mantra was serving to allow her to masturbate.

Obviously, Bradley was going to force her to admit her "true feelings" for him, even if all she currently felt for him was a mix of frustration, lust, and disgust. The only question was as to how he'd go about it.

Bradley smacked her right in the face, making her sputter in surprise, looking up at him. She was instantly pissed, and she glowered at him - her body also stopped masturbating, since she stopped alternating between complimenting him and insulting herself. "Really?" He asked her, pretending not even to notice her anger. "You're stewing in your own self pleasure, and not properly greeting me?"

She twitched at that, her mouth opening to argue with him - but he kept her from doing that. "Sorry, Bradley. I was just masturbating to your smell."

"I can see that," he said, stepping over to her bookshelf, picking out her diary - it hadn't been there when he'd stepped into the room, but he didn't care about causality very much. He pretended to read through it, and she just quietly frowned, starting to masturbate again for a minute or so before he interrupted her again. "Hey, check this out," he said, holding the book out in front of Raven. She squinted as she looked at the page in question: it contained her own, personal handwriting.

I love him so much, I just can't take it. I wish he was my boyfriend. I wish he would make me dress up in all kinds of lewd things, make me wear a collar and a ring gag, force me to my knees, force me to suck his cock on command, I wish he'd rape my ass, my pussy, my tits. God! I can't stand it! I want to wear a stupid maid uniform just so he can fuck me while I call him Master! I want to dress up like a bimbo slut so he can pretend he's mind controlled me! But he'll never notice me... it's so hard, he can fuck anybody he wants, how could I compete?

It went on and on in that vein, and Raven's head spun as she kept reading it, unable to refocus her attention away from the book that seemed to confidently declare that she wanted nothing more than to be Bradley's slut. She couldn't believe it was real, but she also couldn't explain it any other way.

Without hesitation, Bradley just reached for her tits, roughly groping them. "You have a pretty nice pair of tits, especially for an eighteen year old," he told her, fingers digging into the supple flesh as he roughly mistreated her. Of course, her arousal only spiked from his crude words and behavior. "I'm glad you switched up your costume so I could enjoy it more, you definitely look sexier dressing like a slut." He was intentionally obnoxious, causing her annoyance, anger, disgust - and ever-climbing lust, her legs idly wiggling as she stared up at him, looking at the book, up at him, glancing down between her legs. Her head was a mess by this point, and she only needed a small push. "You love it when I talk to you like this, don't you, you dumb slutty bimbo?"

She shuddered at the words that he spoke, her eyes turning up again, her lips parting as a pant of lewd desire escaped them. She wondered if he was right - did she love it? Her behavior was hard to explain any other way. His knowledge of it was too. If he was mind controlling her, he had to also be mind controlling all her teammates - but they were totally oblivious to anything like that, even Megan, who was a powerful psychic in her own right. She'd even looked up psychological conditions, and of course she'd found something that Bradley had left there, a rare scenario where a girl deluded herself about her history to hide her own obscene perversity. Maybe that really was her?

"I read that bit of your diary too," he told her, even as his fingers kept mauling her tits. "I'm giving you one chance, Raven. Admit your true feelings, and I'll accept you as my girlfriend. Don't, and you can keep on being repressed, masturbating pathetically to the cum of a guy you claim to hate."

She shivered at his degrading words, another rush of arousal and disgust mixing together in her head. He had to be right. She had to just be crazy. And when she came out of this craziness - when she remembered her feelings for him - she'd feel devastated if she didn't accept his offer. "I love you," she said, her voice a tiny whisper, but damn if it didn't get Bradley's cock rock hard.

Bradley intensified her disgust as he spoke up. "You'll have to do better than that," Bradley said, and her lust boiled in between her thighs as he spoke, as the dizzying blitz of disgust and arousal battered at her already-beaten-down brain. "You want to convince me that you want to be my girlfriend? Do more than just squeak out that you love me. As far as I can tell, all you want is for me to leave, so you can start masturbating again. Is that what you think a girlfriend is? Somebody who masturbates?"

"No," she whispered out, her voice hoarse.

"The least you can do," Bradley said, "is get in a proper position. A dogeza. You do remember what that is, don't you?"

"Yes," she said. She abandoned her cum-stained panty, getting down on the floor in front of Bradley and bowing deeply, pressing her forehead to the ground. "I love you!" She practically yelled the words out, forcing them out despite her humiliation and embarrassment, allowing herself to be subjected to... this.

"A lot of people do," Bradley said. "I'm a famous male model, and I also own what used to be LexCorp." It had just been renamed to Dixon Corp, naturally. "I'm fucking literally all your teammates whenever I feel like it, and all of them are much nicer to me than you."

Raven shuddered faintly at his words. She wanted to yell at him, to call him a disgusting bastard, to leave - but she also very strongly suspected she'd regret that decision. That she had to tough this out until she broke through whatever psychological block was preventing her from remembering her feelings for him. "I'll suck you off whanever, wherever, and however you want," she said.

Bradley put his foot on the back of her head, holding her down there. Her pussy throbbed at the humiliation. "I can already make you do this. I can make you beg to be allowed to suck my cock whenever I want. That's not good enough, Raven."

"I, uhm," she shuddered. "I - even though I'm a sh-shitty tsundere," she said, a throb of arousal filling her up as she humiliated and degraded herself like that, disgust filling her at the thought of what she was about to say (and with it, even more lust), "I'll act lovey dovey, and submissive towards you, in public. Always," she offered. "You can fuck my ass whenever you want, too!" She added, as she felt like that offer had failed.

"I can already fuck your ass whenever I want," Bradley said, drinking in the position of absolute power over her.

"You - you can have my pussy, too! You can fuck it whenever you want, or forbid me from touching myself there! You know how desperately horny I am, that has to be worth something, right?!" Her words were a discombobulated, desperate mess, but they had Bradley hard - he kept her going, though. "You can get me a tattoo, too, make me get whatever tattoo you want, wherever you want. I'll act like I love you, totally and unconditionally, no matter how you treat me, too! I'll talk you up, always tell you the truth..." She could feel only that he wasn't convinced by her words. He dialed up her own feelings of desperation, and she soon latched onto something wild. "My mind, too, you can have M'gann make whatever changes you need, fix my personality, my desires, my preferences, just to suit you... anything you want!"

Of course, he already could alter her mind and body however and whenever he pleased, but she didn't know that. His cock was tented in his pants as he contemplated the prostrate girl.

"Do you promise to be honest with me, too? Honesty is important in a relationship, after all. Maybe you don't know that, being just a teenager."

"I promise," she said, gulping audibly.

"Great. Are you a pervert?"

"...yes," she said.

"Great," he said, taking his foot off the back of her head, reaching down for her dark hair and yanking her up by it. Her tits jiggled in her costume as she came face to face with him, her lips parted in pain, disgust, arousal, and about a million other emotions that were making their way through her head. He leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, his tongue forcibly invading her mouth - and he made it the most disgusting thing she'd ever felt. She probably would have puked, or at least used her powers, if he hadn't kept her from doing that, and as it was, she squirmed there, her hair caught in his hand as he forcibly made out with her. After a good half minute of that disgusting kiss, he broke it off, popping off wetly - and he let all the accrued lust hit her in one moment.

She came, mewling pitifully as her knees knocked against one another, her expression one of sheer bewilderment as she orgasmed. He just grinned at the show, holding her upright by the hair as he looked at her sexy young body.

He just had to decide what to do with her, now that she was his loyal girlfriend.

"Well, since you're my girlfriend, we should go out on a date," Bradley told her.

She was actually surprised at that, since he was a selfish prick who only did things for his own pleasure without thinking about anybody else's - she wasn't complaining, though. "Sure," she said, even smiling lightly. Part of her wondered if maybe he wasn't that bad after all, and he was only treating her that way because of something weird. "Where to?"

"A strip club," he replied, and her expression became dead as she reached the obvious conclusion that, no, he really was that bad. "Get yourself dressed up a bit. Don't want to ruin your secret identity," he told her.

"Right..." she agreed, not wanting to argue with him as she went to her closet. Of course, he could - and did - tweak her wardrobe, making her flinch as she saw her normal goth attire had been stripped down to the bone, so she looked more like a prostitute that had gone into a Hot Topic looking for an outfit by the time she picked something out. Her top was a black t-shirt with a skull in the center, skimpy enough to show off her belly and her cleavage; her bottoms were a skirt so scandalously short that it barely covered her ass. He decided to let her wear some underwear, though. It'd keep the random other assholes at the club from seeing his bitch's cunt unless he let them.

As he got into a limousine that was now his, driven by Mercy Graves who was also now his, he realized that he was currently barred from every strip club in the city. He idly altered reality so that he wasn't, and also owned his own strip club, where he could fire the bitches if they didn't dance sexy enough for his taste. It was specifically his favorite one, the Lucky Gent. It was relatively high class, so most of the hottest bitches worked there. (He'd gotten kicked out, in part, for not paying any money. Though also for being a misogynistic asshole.) He upped its quality a little more, so all the hottest bitches worked there.

Raven noticed his hard-on, and felt disgusted by it, which made her aroused, which in turn made her confused. It just made him harder, watching her squirm in her seat. When they finally got to the club and he easily got a private booth, she tried to sit next to him, feeling awkward and weird as she did so, glancing around the club in some concern. She wasn't bisexual or anything, so this was hardly her scene.

Bradley considered just making Raven get under the table and start sucking him off right then, but then he got an even better idea. With a thought, he made it so that Beast Boy was also present. Since his new girlfriend was a loving kinky hot piece of ass, it was at her invitation that he'd come, and Bradley pretended to have just spotted him. "Hey, Garfield, Jill," he called out to Beast Boy and his date with a wave.

Beast Boy noticed Bradley waving at him, and quickly came over, smiling as he arrived. "Hey, what a coincidence," he said. "Jill invited me out here, and here you are."

"Not that much of a coincidence, I own the place," Bradley replied. "Take a seat next to me," he added, patting his free side - Beast Boy readily slid down onto the cushions next to him. Raven twitched a bit as she saw Beast Boy, who - as far as she was concerned - had been her boyfriend, like, yesterday, with another woman. "Rachel?" He added, glancing over at Raven.

It took her a moment to realize what he wanted, at which point she shuddered momentarily before leaning in to hug his arm, acting like his fawning girlfriend. Jill could tell it was affected, but she had a certain competitive edge of her own, so she quickly wrapped herself around Beast Boy's arm. "Nice place," Beast Boy said, glancing around with a dumb, innocent smile on his lips.

"Yeah," Bradley agreed. "Too bad Rachel wasn't the type to take you out here, or maybe you wouldn't have broken up with her."

Garfield let out an affected laugh at that, too nice to really get in on Bradley's bullying. "Well, we were never really that compatible, anyway," he said. "Jill here's an old friend, it's just a lot easier, you know?"

"Yeah, I get you. She's a party kinda girl, not like Rachel, who's a dour bitch." Garfield's smile became rather more affected at that, glancing over at Raven for a sign of her being angry at Bradley's words. There definitely was such a sign, but she remained firmly latched onto Bradley's arm, just focusing on rubbing herself against him to avoid thinking about the fact that he'd dragged her out to a strip club and was now showing her off - and showing off how he could treat her like crap - to her ex. (Who, as far as she was aware, had been her boyfriend until yesterday.) "Any tips for handling her? She can be kind of an ungrateful bitch," Bradley added.

"H-ha," Garfield said, with an obviously affected laugh. "Well, you know. She's just like that on the outside, inside I'm sure she's in love with you, I mean, look at her," he said, clearly increasingly uncomfortable with the dynamic.

Of course, Bradley was enjoying the dynamic, a lot.

"Yeah," Bradley agreed. "But seriously. I mean stuff that's more specific. I'm sure she asked for a lot out of you, and that's why the two of you broke up," Bradley said, purposefully loosening Beast Boy's lips so that he'd talk.

"Well..." Beast Boy scratched his cheek awkwardly. "She wouldn't fuck me unless I had a horse cock, or some similar giant dick. Our relationship pretty much just revolved around sex, honestly," he continued, scratching the back of his head, sparing a glance at Jill for approval - naturally, since she loved and respected Garfield, there was no risk there. "She just wanted me to humiliate her, treat her without any respect, smack her around... it made me uncomfortable, that's why I dumped her. But, if you like her, then just make sure that she knows her place... what was it you used to say, Rach?" He asked, making Raven's cheeks color bright red as their eyes met. "'What you want is more important than what I want? Don't be afraid to punish or humiliate me if I act selfish?'"

Bradley's cock was, of course, rock hard in his pants as he turned his attention back to Raven, who was currently firmly attached to his arm. "Is that what you think, Rachel?" He prompted her. "Do you agree with those tips?"

Her mouth opened and closed for a moment, like a fish caught on dry land. She gulped. She knew what she was supposed to say, despite how humiliating and degrading it was. "...yes, Bradley," she said, burning with humiliation as she stuffed her face into his upper arm.

At that point, Bradley shifted his arm, grasping Raven's hip and forcibly dragging her into his lap. His erect cock pressed into the crook of her ass, as her skirt wound up flipping up enough for Garfield to see her panties - he promptly looked away, clearly more embarrassed than anything else. "Thanks, Gar," he told Garfield, smiling at him as he gently worked Raven's hips against him, forcing her to grind on his dick. After a moment, though, he decided that it'd be better if she did it for him, so he made it so she automatically worked her hips when she was in this position, without even thinking about it. "She can be a real handful," he added.

"Yeah," Beast Boy agreed, smiling at that one, glad to have some commentary that wasn't too harsh. "She used to, uh, there's like a sex word for it - do you remember, babe?" He said, glancing at Jill. "When the girl acts annoying on purpose?"

"Oh! A brat, you mean?"

"Yeah, that's it," Beast Boy agreed. "I can tell she's doing that a ton for you, right?" Bradley nodded, smiling as Beast Boy spoke, enjoying the way he casually degraded her despite having the best intentions. It was, in a way, even sexier than how he mistreated Raven, since Raven knew his intentions were completely pure - and felt all the more humiliated for it. "I honestly think it's just that she has a really high sex drive - well, that and the kinks, I guess. Jill's a little kinky, but she's just my speed!" He added, leaning in to kiss Jill on the cheek - and soon enough, the couple was firmly smacking lips against one another, starting to make out right next to Bradley. He probably would have been annoyed, but Raven still had feelings for Beast Boy, and her heart was doing somersaults in her chest now that he was making out with another girl that he clearly cared a lot about.

"No need to be jealous," Bradley said, pretending like he thought she was jealous that Jill was getting kissed, rather than that she was getting kissed by Beast Boy. He grasped Raven's hair, making her gasp as he forcibly twisted her head around and started making out with her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Her hips continued to grind against his pelvis, the girl in question squirming in his grasp, her tits bouncing in her shirt due to the complete lack of a bra. She was utterly disgusted by the behavior, but by extension, she was also intensely aroused, squirming as she continued to unconsciously grind her butt against his pelvis.

In her head, of course, she was more humiliated and confused than anything else, though her panties were getting increasingly damp under her skirt. She hated this, wished that she was together with Beast Boy, would gladly break things off with Bradley to get back together with him. Part of her suggested that maybe, the whole psychological double-think thing wasn't because she was unable to accept her perversions, but instead because she wanted to get back together with Beast Boy so badly that she was willing to abandon whatever weird fetishes she used to have.

Not that Bradley cared at all about any of those thoughts going through her skull. Instead, he rubbed his tongue against her palate and slipped a hand around her thigh, quickly finding her clit and starting to play with it, making her squirm in his lap, panting heavily atop him until she wound up coming during the kiss, letting out a strangled mewl into his throat.

The noise startled Beast Boy out of his makeout with Jill, and he let out a small laugh as he saw what the pair was doing. "You know, this is kinda more a couple's thing, than a double date kinda thing, so you mind if we just go off on our own? No offense, Rach, just going to be more fun that way," he said, glancing at Bradley for approval.

Bradley forced the kiss to end at that point. "Sure, go ahead. But before that, Rach, you should apologize to Garfield for being such a terrible girlfriend, and such a totally degenerate pervert," Bradley said, his cock throbbing at the look of abject humiliation on Raven's face, as well as the fact that she continued to grind her ass on his dick. "Don't you agree?" He pointed out to her, when she hesitated just a moment.

"Y-yeah," Raven said, gulping before turning back to Beast Boy. "Sorry for being a terrible girlfriend and a pervert," she said, giving him a plastic smile.

"Hey, it's okay, Rach. I'm just glad you're with somebody who can handle you," he said, scooching out of the booth along with his girlfriend. "Nice to see you both," he added, before taking Jill away to find a seat elsewhere, the pair chatting and watching the strippers with friendly, prurient interest.

That left Bradley alone in the booth with Raven, who continued to mindlessly rub her ass against his cock. She didn't even seem to be aware of it, just performing the action mindlessly as she watched her ex walk away. "It- it feels like it was just yesterday that we were still together," she said, her voice sounding slightly choked up. Not that Bradley gave a shit.

"Yeah, well, it's today now," Bradley told her. "He found someone better, not that it was that hard." She let out a pitiful noise in response to his sadistic words, but it just got him even more erect in the crook of his ass. "Don't worry. Unlike him, I'll never leave you, no matter how much of a bitch you are," he told her, enjoying the way she squirmed, unsure if his words were actually good or not. "We'll be together forever," he said, leaning into her, his breath tickling at her neck, his hands sliding slowly around her body. When she started to think that maybe he was about to hug her - instead, he brought his hands up to her fat tits, squeezing them both, making her let out a squeak of surprise as he roughly groped them through her shirt. "Man, this date was a great idea," he told her in a whisper. "You've been rubbing your ass on my cock since the moment you got planted in my lap," he told her, and she suddenly became aware of exactly that, her cheeks glowing as she realized what she'd been doing. It was just another piece of evidence in the mounting pile of evidence that she actually wanted this, that every objection was some bizarre delusion of her conscious mind. "Besides, you should be glad he dumped you - thanks to that, you got to go out with your lifelong crush. Isn't that right, Raven?" He whispered the question in her ear, making her squirm - but she nodded rapidly in response. "Say it."

"I-I'm happy, b-because, he - because I got to go out with my lifelong crush," she said, sputtering out the words in a state of disgust, arousal, and confusion, his cock throbbing in his pants.

Bradley squeezed her tits again, making her actually orgasm at that point, her sensitivity and disgust serving to drive her over the edge. She bit down on her lower lip and let out a strangled moan - but she wasn't quiet enough (thanks, in large part, to Bradley's intervention), so several heads turned their way. Particularly of the strippers, who naturally were paying attention to the high-paying owner of the joint.

Once Raven's orgasm finished out, though, Bradley had a great idea. "You're too noisy, Rach. Everybody's looking at you," he said, making her cheeks grow bright red as she realized that basically every stripper in the joint was looking at her - even Beast Boy was hurriedly averting his gaze, and several of the other patrons were too. "Don't worry. I have a great idea for how you can keep quiet," he told her, idly shifting in the booth so that the area of his lower legs would be covered by the table. "Down on your knees, under the table. If your mouth is full, you won't make any noise. That's the kind of degrading thing you like, isn't it?"

"Y-yes," she stammered out, though in reality she was stuck in that constant state of abject disgust and arousal, as she slid off his lap to clamber under the table, shuddering softly as she unzipped his pants, his hard cock practically slapping her right in the face. Her trembling hands just stroked him for a moment, before he grabbed the back of her head and started to softly direct her down his length.

Bradley stopped himself as she got halfway down, just yanking her up and off his cock, making her pant in confusion and arousal, looking up at him with rapidly blinking eyes. "Before we get to that, you have to ask properly," he told her. "Don't forget your manners."

"Can I please suck your cock?"

He just clicked his tongue at that, shaking his head. "Ask properly, Rachel," he said, his voice firm.

She felt her skin crawling, but she knew what he wanted out of her, quietly kneeling before him, pressing her forehead into the ground. "Please, let me suck your cock, Bradley," she said.

"Actually, you know, since we're boyfriend and girlfriend now," Bradley said, enjoying the sight of her on her knees, the way her skirt had flipped up due to gravity in that dogeza position, "you shouldn't call me Bradley any more. You should call me things like 'my love.'" He idly put his foot on the back of her head. "Don't you agree?"

"Yes, my love," she said, her voice slightly warbling from anger, disgust, lust, and confusion. He removed his foot from the back of her head. "Please, let me suck your cock, my love."

"Go ahead," he said, spreading his legs invitingly for her, enjoying the way she shifted back into her previous position, wrapping her lips around his cockhead. He just grinned as she started to slide down his length, taking him into her throat, squirming in pleasure and disgust and empty-headed lust as she felt his cock penetrate her mouth. He reached down for her hair, just grinding her into his pelvis for a moment, and looked up from Raven to instead admire the strippers at what was now his strip club.

They were a pretty good set: big fake tits, nice fake asses, collagen lips, dyed hair colors. Still, while those kinds of girls had always been his type, even if they'd generally rejected him for being too poor, he no longer had to settle for just a gorgeous sex doll of a woman. He tweaked reality, and there was Blackfire, wearing the choker that declared her name to be Jizzfire - she'd just come out onto the stage, which was quite the fortunate and pleasant coincidence. Or, it would have been if it hadn't been thanks to his omnipotence that she did that.

With one hand on the back of Raven's head, choking her on his cock, asphyxiating her, he paid absolutely no attention to the bitch on her knees. He did decide to tweak Raven's fellatio skills, borrowing on her half-imaginary history of being a completely debauched slut, and made her start to get completely noisy with her blowjob, loudly slurping under the table. To her, it was an unconscious action, just done on automatic, and it took her several seconds to realize how noisy she was being - not that it stopped her. There was a delicious noise as she sucked, though Bradley kept his eyes on the stage, where Jizzfire was looking him dead in the eyes herself, sliding her gorgeous, barely-clothed body around and around on the pole, her breathing shallow as she did so. Just being the subject of his attention was enough to get her fucked-with brain going.

Raven, for her part, sucked ever-more noisily, as she was simultaneously choked on his cock. She might have passed out, if it wasn't for Bradley wantonly abusing his power to keep that from happening, enjoying choking her, enjoying the mix of wet sputters and loud slurps, loud enough that pretty much everybody in the whole club could tell that he was getting sucked off. Since it was his club, though, none of the bouncers bothered trying to stop him, letting him just enjoy himself to his utmost pleasure.

On stage, Blackfire panted, staring at him, blowing him kisses, making her dance involve elements of simulated fellatio and fucking, earning plenty of cries of delight from the crowd, men tossing hundreds up at her as she twerked her ass, even though her attention was obviously entirely focused on him. The woman was just that damn hot, as her tits jiggled and her ass bounced, her hands gripping the stripper pole as she gasped and twitched. As he started to get close to the edge of his own orgasm, he yanked Raven up, so just the tip of his dick was in her sucking mouth. Her hands came up to jerk him off, as he took out his phone to snap a few pictures for posterity of her completely lewd expression, lust and disgust mixed together, her lips stretched out wide to manage to keep his dick in her mouth as she noisily slurped.

He unloaded into her mouth, filling it up with his cum. "Don't swallow," he groaned, and she quietly, docilely, nodded around his cock, squirming as his taste completely clogged up her senses, leaving her trembling in place for several delicious seconds. Once he was spent, he popped her off. "Keep it in your mouth." He sent the photos to Starfire, Supergirl, Terra, and Miss Martian, asking all of them for their own individual opinions on the image. As he waited for the responses, he enjoyed the look on her face, the way she was obviously disgusted and aroused by this treatment, and some part of her wanted his cock in her pussy - that was how good the sex was, for her fucked-up head. Even though she hated him, she also felt genuine lust and desire for him, leaving her trembling in place.

Replies to his text came in fairly quickly:

Supergirl: I think that she looks appropriately obedient, Master. I wouldn't dare to question how she's positioned if it's to your liking, but if it's not, you should teach her to smile properly when she has your cum in her mouth, rather than looking so disgusted. I'd be willing to perform the punishments, if necessary.

Starfire: It looks like you're having fun! Raven really does have that sun-deer thing going on, I think. I hope you have fun!

Terra: I think I wish you were coming in my mouth, instead.

Miss Martian Bitches like her deserve it! Treat her right! I can't wait for you to get home!

His cock twitched in front of Raven's face, as the girl's nose crinkled at the taste of his cum still lingering in her mouth.

"Swallow," he ordered her, and she audibly gulped it down. "How did my cum taste?"

"Disgusting," she said, on automatic, before her cheeks turned red and she hurriedly shook her head. "Sorry. I mean, delicious, my love," she said, giving him her most plastic smile, which only made his cock all the harder in front of her face. He idly smacked her with it, enjoying her look of humiliation as he smeared his spit-slick dick against her features. He took another picture of her like that.

He showed her the photos on his phone - of her jerking his cock off in his mouth, swilling his cum, and the most recent of her getting slapped in the face with his cock. "How do you look in this?" He asked her.

She twitched at that, but spoke. "Like the perverted, horny bitch I am," she said.

"Good answer," he agreed, stuffing the tip of his dick right up into her nose, smearing some precum against it. She shivered softly in reply. "These are going to be your new profile pics on all your social media accounts," he told her. "You can pick which one."

"Wha, come on," she whined.

"This is what I want. Which is more important, what I want, or what you want, Rachel?"

She whimpered at that. "What you want..." she said, her cheeks flushed with humiliation. "But it's so... public..."

"So? Everybody here heard you sucking my dick like the lewd bitch you are," he said, and her eyes widened. She actually reached out with her empathic senses, feeling out the rest of the people in the club - and she found out that, yes, everybody knew she'd been sucking Bradley's cock under the table. Even Beast Boy and Jill. Her humiliation spiked, which made her all the wetter, her body faintly trembling as she remained on her knees in front of Bradley, his dick getting smeared across her pale features as she quietly took it.

"Now pick," Bradley said, handing the phone over to Raven. She flicked through the images, mentally sorting them by how obscene they were. She fully planned to select the least obscene one, such as it was - but instead, she wound up doing exactly the opposite, choosing the image where she looked practically dazed from the dick smearing against her face, her lips parted in obvious lust. "Good pick," he said, grinning.

"Wait, no," she sputtered for a moment, then paused. Thanks to the total horse shit he'd fed her over the past day, she suspected that her 'true self' was the one who'd picked out that obscene picture, so she just gulped and nodded. "No... that's right," she said, after a moment, and Bradley's dick throbbed at that.

He stuffed it away for the moment, though. "Blackfire!" He called out, and the woman in question swiveled her head over to him.

"Yes?"

"Wrong. Your name's not Blackfire," he told her, earning some cackles from the men watching - after all, she was wearing a choker that declared her name to actually be Jizzfire. There was a fuming look of embarrassment on her face. "You can guess what the punishment for that is." She swallowed again, a pitiful thing, as he stuck his cock right back in his pants, but she nodded docilely too. "Jizzfire, come along," he said, and she dutifully followed him to the VIP room, alongside Raven. "You're going to be my fluffer for fucking Raven here," he said, and Blackfire nodded.

Bradley absently prodded Raven's memories, dredging up a recollection of a bit that "she" had written in her diary about her ideal date. In the text, it would be a visit with Bradley to his strip club, during which she'd suck him off under the table so loud that everybody knew about it, then she'd get taken to the VIP room and have her anal virginity taken. Her cheeks bloomed with humiliation at the thought, but given her behavior so far, she had to assume that she unconsciously wanted exactly that. Knowing it was the real her's preference... "Can you... fuck my ass?" She asked him.

"Is that how we ask for things, Rachel?" He prompted her, and she squirmed, before falling to her knees before him and prostrating herself, placing her forehead down on the ground.

"I love you, Bradley. I love you more than anything in the world. Please, finish off this amazing date with you taking my anal virginity! I know I'm normally a pain in the ass to deal with, so it's only fair if you become a pain in my ass!" She said.

Bradley just laughed at that, getting behind her and flipping up her skirt, just yanking off her panties before pointing his spit-slick cock at her asshole. "You're definitely getting better, Rachel," he told her, idly groping her ass cheeks. "Who knows? Maybe you'll finally stop lying to yourself and remember how much you love this soon." She gulped and nodded in response, just squirming before him in a mix of disgust and lust and anticipation and fear at what was about to come.

Bradley pushed his cock into Raven's asshole, gripping her by the hips as he slid his length into her ass. She was tight as fuck, which really restricted his pace of penetration, but she definitely felt nice. And even more nice was the way that she was abjectly humiliated and degraded by what he was doing to her, firmly put in her place below him, delighting his sadistic, misogynistic sensibilities. Her fingers clawed at the floor beneath her as her ass was taken, loud, desperate pants escaping her throat as she got used like that.

Once he was completely bottomed out inside of Raven, he let out a sigh, then focused his attention on some other things. "Blackfire, eat my ass." This time, the bitch in question didn't respond, even going so far as to glance around the room, as if there might be somebody present named Blackfire. He grinned. "Good bitch. Jizzfire, eat my ass and suck my balls as I fuck this dumb goth bimbo," he said, his cock throbbing in Raven's asshole as she squirmed in place. He had her completely stuck, and she was pushing her forehead into the ground in order to hide her humiliated expression from Bradley.

He decided to fix that, adding a full length mirror in front of the pair of them, letting him watch as Blackfire knelt behind him and started to lick at his asshole, rimming him with genuine enthusiasm and affection. Then he grabbed a tangle of Raven's hair, forcibly yanking her up by it so that she was made to look at herself in the mirror, her breasts bouncing thanks to the utter absence of any bra. She gasped as she was forced to look at herself, and he started to pumping in and out of her asshole, his balls slapping at her pussy as she had to watch her own obscene body bounce and jerk in pleasure on his cock as he pretty much just raped her ass, claiming it roughly and without hesitation.

"Hey, Jizzfire," Bradley asked, earning a hum and nod from the girl behind her. "Have you ever kissed someone? Your sister doesn't count." She nodded into his asshole again - a glance showed she meant kissing his cock earlier, in that double blowjob between her and her sister. He idly contemplated the exact situation as he roughly raped Raven's asshole, making the girl in question spasm in a mix of pleasure and pain, her expression one of abject humiliation even as her eyes rolled up and she came for the first time on his cock, making the sort of obscene face that wouldn't be out of place in a comic book. Bradley decided to tweak Blackfire's perception of what counted as a 'first kiss' so that rimming him counted, but her previous blowjob didn't - and she retroactively shook her head. "So this is your first kiss, huh?"

Blackfire moaned into his asshole, nodding rapidly as he abjectly humiliated her, and he just groped Raven's ass all the more aggressively, squeezing her ass cheeks and making her squirm. He started spanking her, then, enjoying increasing the bitch's pain as she got assfucked like that, her asshole squeezing down on his cock as he roughly took her. He decided to intensify all the emotions that the gothic heroine was feeling right now - all the disgust, all the lust, all the pleasure and pain. Immediately, she came again, her thighs wobbling as her brain got lightly fried by the bizarre set of sensations he was putting her throat. The reflected image of her face was unbelievably obscene, and as she saw herself, she felt completely humiliated by it - which only made Bradley harder, only made his fucking more aggressive.

He decided to warp time in the room, to let him just enjoy raping Raven's ass for as long as he felt like. He grunted inside her, bringing down sharp blows on her pale grey ass until it turned pink and then red from the built-up minor injuries. She squirmed in pain, coming on his cock over and over as he abused her body, as her whole fucked up head served up pleasure after pleasure, as her conscious mind slowly but surely came to accept the obscene lie that she had always loved this sort of treatment, that she'd always wanted it, that she only wanted more.

She squirted a couple times, that was how rough he took her - and of course, both times, he mocked her for pissing all over the floor, making her whimper deliciously, her asshole tightening up on his cock. He considered making her lick it up or something, but ultimately decided not to, letting her just stew in the humiliating mistreatment she was receiving from him. All the while, Blackfire kept eating his ass, licking hungrily away, doing her best to keep him hard.

The first time he came in Raven's ass, it had been nearly half an hour, though to the outside world it had barely been six minutes. Raven just mewled piteously, part of her happy the sex was finally about to be over, and part of her wishing it could keep going - luckily for her, though, Bradely wasn't done yet, and resumed his forceful pounding almost immediately. "Stop licking my ass until I tell you to again, Jizzfire," Bradley said, and the alien bitch dutifully did exactly that. "Hey, what do you think of your new name, Jizzfire?"

"I, ahm," she hesitated for a second, and he forced her to say whatever she thought was true. "It's not a deal breaker by any means, but it's quite degrading, so I wish you'd stop using it."

"Too bad," Bradley responded. "Once we're done in here, you're going to go get your legal name changed to Jizzfire," he told her. She just swallowed and nodded passively. "You know, Raven's the one who came up with the idea of you having to be naked around the Tower from now on. Why don't you give her a few sexy nicknames of her own?"

At that, Blackfire began to speak up verbally, figuring out the gist of what Bradley wanted from just that, and with a couple minor tweaks, she was soon offering the sort of utterly degrading dirty talk that Bradley loved to hear. "You're just a cumdumpster for Bradley, you know," Blackfire explained to her. "He's only fucking you because it's fun to humiliate and degrade a girl who isn't willing - he can have sex with any of your friends whenever he pleases. And he does. You're just an onahole for him to fuck and use from both ends," she explained, continuing on in that vein for literal hours, as Bradley fucked Raven's asshole, completely dominated her, humiliated her, used her. Raven was too busy getting fucked, being made to come, to actually resist or argue with anything that was being done to her, so when he finally finished off for the last time inside her, hours nad a half-dozen sperm inseminations later, she fully expected him to keep going. Blackfire certainly did. "Once again, you've accomplished your only use," Blackfire explained. "Receiving Bradley's cum."

"Thanks, Jizzfire," Bradley said, pulling his cock out of Raven's asshole. "Why don't you clean my cock off with that talented mouth of yours?" Immediately, Blackfire sank to her knees in front of him, slurping up his cock in a heartbeat. Raven just collapsed onto the ground, her cheek pushed down against the carpet as she felt his cum clog up her asshole. "You're much better behaved than you used to be," he noted with a smile, and she nodded around his cock, happy to hear it.

Bradley took a hand, placing it on the back of Blackfire's head as he dragged her over to the couch, keeping his cock in her mouth the whole time. She didn't shuffle after him - she used her flight to follow his body to the couch, letting her keep his dick nice and smoothly inserted in her throat as she busily cleaned it with her tongue. Once he was in position, he turned on the room's large screen TV, briefly flicking through channels before deciding he could come up with better programming than any of this crap.

"Welcome to Women's Place TV!" Supergirl declared from on screen, smiling beatifically at the camera. "We're speaking the real, honest truth about what a woman's place in the world is," Supergirl said. "No feminism allowed on this channel! That bullshit can go stuff it!"

"Agreed, Supergirl," Miss Martian said, also looking at the screen. "Recently, the decision on abortion law has been kicked back to the states, making many extreme anti-abortion trigger laws kick in. It's a women's issue, so we'll be discussing that."

"It's not a women's issue at all," Supergirl countered. "A woman shouldn't decide what happens to her own body!" Supergirl made a karate chop motion through the air, as Blackfire started to gently bob on his cock, licking and slurping on his length.

"So you oppose the change?"

"No! Political opinions are for men," Supergirl said, smiling brightly at the camera. "I think it's bad, though, since if my Master wants me to get an abortion, I might not be able to in certain states," Supergirl explained. "I might not be able to force one of his bitches to get one, either!"

"That is quite the issue," Miss Martian agreed, as Blackfire noisily slurped on his cock.

The channel would have only been hate watched by feminists to prove how patriarchy was coming back in style, if Bradley didn't also tweak reality so it had a significant, earnest following. As he settled in for Blackfire's blowjob - to eventually become a titfuck - he enjoyed the view: both Raven, face down, ass up, and two of his bitches busily educating the general public on a woman's place.

Bradley grabbed a tangle of Blackfire's hair, starting to forcibly pump her up and down his cock, enjoying the wet feeling of her throat as he slammed his dick right down it, making the collar that declared her to be 'Jizzfire' swell momentarily, tightening around her throat in such a way that she was reminded of what her position in life was. He started to fuck away at her throat, pumping at her mouth, as on the television, the girls got a call.

"We've got a call from a girl asking for our advice!" Supergirl said with a clap. "Hello, you're on the air!"

"Hi..." A female voice said - and Bradley immediately recognized it as Cass. He began to facefuck Blackfire even harder, just using her mouth as a jerkoff aid as he watched and listened, grinning all the while to the absurd, debauched show that the universe he'd twisted up was putting on.

"Now, before you ask, why aren't you asking your man this question?" Supergirl said, her voice firm.

"I don't... want to bother... him..." Cass explained.

"Alright! Let's hear the question, then," Supergirl said, smiling at the camera.

"My Master..." she said the words with such an infusion of meaning, such a depth of emotion, that Bradley fucked Blackfire's face even harder, actually manipulating time and physics to make it possible for his arm to just slam her up and down with trivial ease, sending the girl into a spiral of dizzy delight. "He... told me to make sure... that my brother... doesn't get a... girlfriend... but he keeps trying to... sneak off... to pick up... girls... how do I... make him stop?"

"Ah, that's a tough one," Supergirl said. "Miss Martian, any thoughts?"

"Ah! Well, if I were in that situation, I would just mind control him into submission," she said, making Bradley's cock throb in Blackfire's mouth, and he just started choking the Tamaranean bitch on his cock, slamming his dick all the way down her throat and choking her on his dick. The bitch took it, even if she squirmed a bit in a mix of humiliation and asphyxiation at his mistreatment. "But I guess you can't do that..."

"I'd break his legs," Supergirl said. "That way, he can't go out anywhere!"

"Good idea..." Cass said. "I'll try that..." She ended the call, and Bradley knew that Cass was going straight for Nightwing's room to break the prick's legs. Blackfire was spasming on his cock as she choked and vibrated in place, while this all happened. It was a truly delicious thing to 'watch' with his powers, as Batgirl, the earnest little superheroine, gladly broke her beloved brother's legs on his order. The prick actually begged her to stop after his first leg got broken, but Cass just said, "No... you shouldn't... get a... girlfriend..." before breaking the other one.

Once Cass was finished breaking Nightwing's legs, Bradley turned his attention back to the television and the bitch choking on his cock, who he decided to peel off his length at that point, letting her gasp for air. "Titfuck me, bitch," he ordered, and immediately she moved to do so, her arousal meaning her breasts were enlarged, and she squeezed them taut around his fat cock as she bounced them up and down. "What do you think of WPTV?" He asked her.

"It seems really stupid," she said, honestly - and he grabbed the back of her head and forced her onto his cock, smushing her tits into her face, smothering and blinding her with her own heaving bosom.

"Too bad," Bradley said. "You're deep in debt at this point, you stupid fucking bitch, so you'll have to act like the girls on WPTV say to. Understand?" She nodded around his dick, and he idly slapped one of her fat tits with his hand, making it jiggle - and making her come, moaning into his dick in the process. "Oh, hey, your sister's on." He'd tweaked reality to make Starfire show up for this session, though the video was just for him - everybody else was watching commercials as Starfire looked at the screen, wearing an amount of clothes that was equivalent to a bikini.

"Hello, everyone! I'm here to discuss Jizzfire's best qualities!" Starfire said, smiling at the camera. "Jizzfire is my sister. She's got pretty decent tits, even if not quite as large as mine, and she's quite good at sandwiching cocks with those tits! Not amazing, but quite good! She's also a great fluffer in any threesomes, really good at eating ass and sucking balls to make sure that her man is hard when he's fucking another woman!" She had the most winning smile, and Blackfire mewled in humiliation around his cock.

"She's right, you're not as good as her at titfucks," Bradley agreed, continuing to smush Blackfire's face into his groin. "But hey. You may be stupid, but you can learn - after all, you've stopped responding to Blackfire, isn't that right?" Blackfire nodded at that, twisting her tongue along the underside of Bradley's cock in the process. He glanced over at the still prone form of Raven, grinning as Blackfire intensified her titfuck, squeezing those fat breasts of hers around his cock. He decided that he'd given her enough of a break, and just unloaded inside of Blackfire's waiting mouth, splattering her palate and tongue with a copious quantity of cum before yanking the bitch off his dick. "Keep it in your mouth until I say otherwise," he said, and Blackfire nodded quietly, kneeling as he stood up, collecting a buttplug and throwing it at Raven. "Shove that up your ass, Rachel," he ordered her. "I don't want you to make a mess."

"Y-yesh," she said, nodding against the carpet, collecting the item and putting it in her ass, shoving it inside with a squeak of mixed pain and pleasure, her sensitivity still quite high.

"Now come over here," he ordered her, and she crawled over - he then made her twist so that she was parallel to the couch, at which point he tossed his feet up on Raven's back as she trembled and sat on her hands and knees there, letting him use her as a piece of furniture. She was utterly humiliated by the treatment - and her pussy was leaking as she enjoyed the mistreatment.

"Alright, Jizzfire," Bradley said. "Spit out that cum on this bitch's face," he said, and immediately, Blackfire moved to do so, just splattering semen across Raven's features. "Good girl. Now go get your name changed, bitch," he ordered her, and she nodded, correcting her clothes before leaving the VIP room, leaving Bradley alone with the trembling form of Raven, buttplug in her ass, his cum and Blackfire's spit pasted all over her face. He leaned back to enjoy watching some more of the hit new channel WPTV, and his new footstool, Rachel Roth.

Raven herself knew better than to complain by this point.