Cass Takes Charge With Raven And Megan

Bradley and Cass arrived at Raven's room in short order, where the girl was naked on her bed, frantically jilling off. "Bradley's so hot. Bradley's so smart. Bradley's so hot. Bradley's so smart," she was repeating, the words almost a mindless mantra as she masturbated.

Of course, the new and improved Cass instantly leapt into action, grabbing Raven's wrist and yanking her hand out of her cunt, sending a spray of juices over the bed. "Bad," she said. "No... touching..."

"Apolo...gize," Cass told Raven, her voice serious.

"F-for what, Cass, you're acting weird?" Raven asked. Cass just slapped her, making her jerk her head in confusion. "Wha, what?"

"You were... touching... you should be... thinking... studying..." Cass easily dragged her off the bed, taking her to her little library of hentai books. "Pleasing Bradley... is more... important," she explained. "You should study... instead. Now... apologize to Bradley... for being bad." She twisted Raven around, manhandling her into position, arms held behind her back and pushed up, making her jerk and squirm.

"I don't- ahn!" She squealed as her pain suddenly spiked. Bradley was definitely enjoying the new and improved Cass. Seeing the once super sweet girl turn into a cruel dominatrix had his cock twitching in the air. "I'm sorry for being bad? Ahn!"

"Mean it!" Cass demanded, but of course there was no way that Raven could mean it, which meant that Raven would just be tormented and tortured by her friend until Bradley stepped in.

"Make her kowtow," Bradley told Cass, and Cass acted without hesitation, following his commands as if they were her own will. Raven's forehead was soon pressed into the ground, though her hands were still held behind her back. "Now, Raven. You have a lot to apologize for right now."

"Pervert," Cass said to Raven, who whimpered.

"I'm sorry for being a pervert," she said, very insincerely - and Cass retaliated by spanking her ass, sharply.

"Spankings... until you mean it..." Cass explained, glancing up at Bradley, giving him a radiantly sweet smile, happy to be able to offer him her assistance in domesticating the haughty bitch Raven.

Raven repeatedly apologized for being a pervert, over and over, wincing and whimpering each time her insincerity was detected and retaliated against with sharp spankings. Bradley's cock twitched at the vaguely-lesbian show, and at the haughty bitch getting humiliated and debased, tears starting to stream down her cheeks before at last she managed to honestly say, "Sorry I'm a pervert!" Purely because she was sorry that she was getting punished, sure, but that was enough to satisfy Cass.

"Now, apologize to Cass for diddling yourself," he said, and Cass pushed Raven's head hard against the ground, practically grinding her into the floor.

"Sorry," Raven said, tearing up again, expecting another spanking series - but she was sincere enough that she didn't get one.

"Cass, I know, it's disgusting that Raven would do a thing like that, but she really can't help herself. Why don't you make it your mission to help her do better in the future? Just like how you're going to be helping Nightwing. I'm sure you can train her."

Cass smiled again at that, her gaze meeting Bradley's as she did so. "Yes, sir..." She was happy to have the opportunity to train her fellow... pleasurer of the great Bradley. She wondered what she was to him, other than a cockwarmer (was she anything else?), but didn't want to ask... it would be presumptive.

"You're special among my girls, Cass," he said, making Cass look up at him, a certain amount of awe in her gaze at hearing that. "You're going to be my loyal bitch breaker, making sure to keep disobedient girls like Raven here in line when they misbehave. It will be your job to handle my bitches in general. It's a lot of responsibility, but I trust you."

"You're a complete fucking psy-" Raven got that far before her head was slammed full force into the ground by an extremely upset Cass. She didn't try to speak again.

"Thank you..." Cass said, looking up at him with adoring, almost teary eyes. She had earned such a high position, and Bradley trusted her. She was so happy. She could only wish that she could be his fuckpet too... but that was too much to ask... maybe if she was really good, one day, she could earn that. Or maybe not. Her happiness and pleasure didn't matter at all. She shouldn't even be thinking about such things.

"Oh... and you can be my fuckpet," Bradley said, making Cass light up in joy, almost wagging her (nonexistent) tail in delight. "As long as you stay the eager, wriggly, bouncy, desperate little fucktoy, and are a good girl, I'll consider you my pet." He stepped over towards her, idly petting her, and gave her a sixth sense for when any woman he had claimed were masturbating or about to come - just to help her with her job of making sure they didn't. None of them would be consciously aware of it, but she would always catch the disobedient girls before they could finish. "Raven, I know you're not one of my bitches yet, and are still in denial about how much you love me. Still, even though I'm sure you'll thank Cass for her hard work training you, once you gather the courage to ask me out, I am sorry."

Cass inwardly glowered at Raven for daring to annoy Bradley enough to get an apology. Since Bradley was nigh-omniscient and Raven was an empath, both of them were aware of it despite how stone-faced she was.

Either way, it was cute.

Cass felt a certain strange tingle, like an instinctive need to do something. She tilted her head. It felt like she should go check on Megan. She got a feeling like Megan was masturbating, which was absolutely wrong - Megan was one of Bradley's bitches, right? Or, was she? She frowned. She wasn't sure.

Of course, Bradley knew exactly what Cass was thinking about, and when he mentally "glanced over" at M'gann M'orzz, he found the woman in question masturbating to porno. Worse, the guy wasn't somebody she picked out because it looked like him, but because it looked like Conner, some kind of Superman clone currently living on a farm or whatever. That wasn't right at all.

Cass dragged Raven over to Bradley's naked body, forcing his cock into the girl in question's mouth with a strategic infliction of pain. Raven gagged around his cock as she was forced down his length, but Cass was physically much stronger than her, and of course Raven wasn't able to cast any magic with her mouth full. Bradley just grinned as he watched Raven get choked on his cock.

"No... stopping... until... I'm back," Cass ordered Raven, forcing her to nod in acknowledgement, sending a spasm of pleasure through the hypersensitive sorceress's mouth. At that point, she let go, Bradley gripping the back of Raven's head and sitting down on the edge of her bed, while Cass just rushed out of the room, headed towards Megan's own room as she moved. Bradley idly put in place a 'TV screen' behind Raven, so he could watch (and manipulate) what unfolded more easily, as he choked Raven on his cock.

In the other room, Megan was panting heavily, and suddenly a naked Cass appeared, grabbing Megan in a chokehold. "No... masturbating," Cass ordered, spanking Megan sharply, confusing the telepath as she struggled insensibly in place, too distracted by her masturbation to manage as good as she should have. "Read... my mind..." she ordered, and Megan promptly did so, finding all the lewd, degrading, wicked, misogynistic things that Cass now believed about women - that Cass had always believed about women, from her perspective. "You're... Bradley's... bitch..." Cass explained, in halting tones.

Megan didn't think of herself that way.

Bradley decided to leave the actual orders and commands up to Cass. He had done a real number on the cute young thing's head, so she would be pretty adequate for training up a new bitch. Still, he made sure that Megan wouldn't do anything against Cass. She wouldn't be able to effectively overpower Cass - her momentary confusion and bewilderment now turned into a permanent weakness - and she would only be able to offer the most tepid, pathetic counterarguments against whatever Cass said.

"Oh," Bradley said, glancing down at the spasming form of Raven, who was currently getting choked on his cock. "You aren't allowed to come, since you didn't beg to suck my cock." She glowered up at him, real anger in her eyes, but of course she was completely powerless to him. Everyone was. He turned his attention back up to the 'video feed' of Megan getting ordered around by Cass.

"You... should only think... about Bradley... not other... guys... you're Bradley's bitch... that's for life..." she explained, stumbling over the words a bit, but nevertheless expressing herself quite clearly. "No other guys... matter... he's the best..." she said, letting out an effusive sigh as she praised him.

"But, uhm, we just had, sexy fun times," Megan said. "That doesn't make me his gi-khh!" She sputtered as she was choked out by Cass, even though of course, as a shapechanger, she didn't breathe the same way as an actual human would have. It was just another tiny application of Bradley's power.

Bradley decided, as Raven was held on the razor's edge of consciousness and unconsciousness (by his power keeping her there rather than letting her pass out), to tweak Megan a bit more. Hm. She admired this Marie Logan chick, that was the actress she based her appearance on. He made it so that Marie Logan became a hardcore porn star after her traditional acting career petered out. Apparently she was Beast Boy's mom? Ah, whatever. The kid got his perfect dream girl, he didn't need a virgin mom. He also made it so that Megan had read about stuff like Cass was explaining to her - basically the most misogynistic smut that humanity had ever written, pretty much.

Bradley toyed with Megan's head, as he sat back and choked Raven on his cock, the magical heroine spasming as she choked, her hands meekly slapping at his thighs like that would make him stop. Megan made an ideal target to really emphasize the difference between the 'original' Megan and the new and improved Megan he was going to create, so he idly stuffed a copy of the original Megan in the back of her brain - and let her telepathically communicate with him and Cass. And do nothing else.

Of course, instantly, that Megan panicked. She hadn't been fucked with at all - she didn't even think that Raven was Bradley's fucktoy. She was baffled, confused, and terrified. Help! Help! Cassandra, you're hurting me! Something's happened, you're not yourself! Her pitiful begging just ticked Cass off more, making her intensify the choking.

"I'm... myself... you're... bad," Cass said. "Oh..." she said, after a moment, as the new-Megan remained in control of her body. "Your old... self... hrm..." she hummed as she contemplated the girl in front of her. Bradley made the new-Megan have poor filtration on the thoughts of those women he'd already laid claim to. It meant that their own thoughts would bubble into Megan's head and quietly warp and rewrite bits and pieces, mushing against a now very-weak sense of self. "You have to... be good..." Cass explained.

The new Megan quieted down from those words from Cass, from the overpowering sense Cass carried that her words were the truth. She was also receiving the intense, almost religious desire for Bradley that Terra was currently feeling. On the other hand, the old Megan screamed. No! Cass, can't you see?! You're being mind controlled! You have to fight back! Cass just frowned and choked Megan harder, making her legs kick at the air. The martian bitch spasmed in ecstasy, at that point, actually coming from her abuse and from the abuse being filtered over via Raven - and Bradley decided to intensify that response, even as Cass growled in anger, actually choking Megan out into unconsciousness for a few seconds before she was released. "Be good," Cass said.

"Y-yes," Megan said, hypoxic, dazedly lolling in place. Cass! Please, come on-! She got choked again for her intransigience. The new Megan quietly absorbed all of Cass's misogynistic ideas, unable to resist the unfiltered thoughts due to her being choked. It was quite the satisfying show, for Bradley.

Bradley grinned as he watched the show. He'd made Megan into a bit of a masochist, and with Cass's superhuman body reading skills, she noticed as much instantly, and started edging Megan with her choking movements, even as the old Megan desperately begged her to stop. "If you want... to come... you have to beg... Bradley..." Cass explained.

"I'll, gkk, beg," Megan agreed, pretty much instantly, her head deeply messed up by this point by the sustained, unresisted exposure to Cass. Maybe he had gone too far, but on the other hand, new-Megan was now imagining herself as his personal whore and bitch in her head, much to old-Megan's horror and ineffectual rage. "I'll, buh, beg, like, a bitch, like, a woman, should," she got out.

"He may... tell you 'no'..." Cass added, and Megan nodded in acceptance. She hummed, seeming to consider it. Cass, please! She then choked Megan out in sheer annoyance at the old Megan's continued babble. When Megan was unconscious, she dragged her out of her bedroom, bringing her over to where Bradley was still choking Raven on his cock, the haughty bitch crying as she was constantly kept on that razor's edge of consciousness, gagging and sputtering around his dick. "Megan... has something... she wants to say..." Cass said, finally releasing Megan's throat and letting her breathe.

Megan would have collapsed, if she wasn't held upright by Cass, but once her brain did restart, she sputtered to life. "Ah, ah, please, please, Bradley," It's you, isn't it? You bastard! You'll never get away with this! "Please, ahn, let me come, I'll do anything."

"You're a shapeshifter, aren't you?" Bradley asked, though of course, he knew as much. She nodded rapidly. "Then put those powers of yours to good use. Make yourself into the perfect sexpot."

"Yuh, yes, I'll, do that," she said, using her telepathy to try to work out what that would be, as Cass let go of her, satisfied with her obedience.

Bradley let her skim his true thoughts, albeit obviously directed towards what her body should look like. His godlike powers... well, he let the old Megan pick up on them. Oh God, she thought, her mental voice in awe and horror as the new Megan started to shapeshift. You- you- there's- you've already- just today? She was incoherent with fear, while the new and improved Megan made her body equally new and improved.

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The body itself was modeled off the previous one, keeping the same look as a young Marie Logan, done in green - but everything else was changed up. More lovely, wavy red hair. Bigger tits. Bigger ass. A body that was sculpted to be a jackoff fantasy, specifically, Bradley's. Her body was also transmuted beyond just the visual, her pussy turned into a perfect hole waiting for him, sculpted just to accommodate and pleasure Bradley's cock. She even changed her clothes into a virgin killer sweater sans underwear, complete with tall stockings, to really complete the look. His length throbbed in Raven's mouth, as the little bitch just twitched futilely, having long since given up on the idea of breathing.

She didn't stop there, either. No, no! Don't! She can't hear me, can she?! Damn you, bastard! This- this is so evil! "If you just tell me to, you can do whatever you please to my body," Megan explained, licking her lips lustily. "The code word 'dutiful bitch' will completely force my body to do whatever you command. Orgasm, don't orgasm, be unable to move, assume and hold a certain position." Cass, Cass, please, you have to fight back! Cass grabbed a tangle of Megan's subtly-enlengthened hair and slammed her facefirst into the ground.

"Shut... up..." Cass growled to the old Megan. "Stop... thinking..."

"Apologize," Bradley ordered Megan - and he let her have enough telepathic access to know what she should apologize for.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry, Bradley, for even having erotic thoughts about Conner! I promise, I'll never have any again! It was a complete mistake, I don't know what or why I was thinking that way, when of course, you're so much better than him! He wouldn't even spit on a girl just to get himself off!" She really had soaked in a lot of Cass, it seemed like. Maybe he should cut that off... for now, though, he just yanked Raven off his cock, tossing her to one side as she desperately twitched and gasped for air. She hadn't breathed for close to twenty minutes at that point, so she needed a lot of air.

"If you want to show me how sorry you are, then you're going to have to give me a proper titfuck," he said, pretty much solely because of how big those tits of hers were. As she peeled back her sweater, transmuting it out of covering her big fat tits, so that instead it wrapped around her waist - despite how impossible it would have been to do that normally - his cock throbbed.

She dutifully knelt down in front of him, hands on her tits, and mashed them both around his cock, leaning forward into her bosom to start licking on his cockhead even as the original Megan wept inside her head.

As Megan's tits mashed tight around his cock, the freckles speckling the tops of them adding an exquisitely sexy and cute note to them, Bradley couldn't help but think of what else he could do. Namely, make her tits hypersensitive. Immediately, she mewled in pleasure as he did so, shivering in place, the fat titflesh jiggling from the force of pleasure ripping through her body, a lewd moan escaping her throat. Cass responded by grabbing the back of her head and forcefully stuffing it into her own tits, making her half-choke on his cock as her tits were mashed into her face and his groin both. "Bad... no... coming... Bradley's pleasure... is all... that matters."

Megan just spasmed in response, while old-Megan pleaded with Cass for mercy, earning several spankings to her ass. Of course, old-Megan could still feel everything, including the mind-numbing pleasure as she sputtered and jerked in place, saliva dribbling freely from her mouth as her eyes rolled around. "You know," Bradley started, "this is my second time getting a titjob from an alien whore. If you can't manage better than that bimbo Starfire, I may just have to revoke your orgasm privileges."

Megan let out a mewl of fear at that, nodding rapidly around his cock, and her tongue stretched out, coiling around his dick and starting to slither up and down his length as she continued her titfuck, pumping her hips up and down, and by extension raising and lowering her tits. Cass let her, since she was doing that to pleasure Bradley, but Megan quietly shivered in endless pleasure as her hypersensitive tits mushed and squished around. Her tongue stretched ever further out, working extra hard, and of course with her newfound hypersensitivity, she just shivered, quivered, and jerked in response to all the stimulation.

"Megan, make it so that Cass can control your mind," he ordered, enjoying the sadistic delight of giving whatever nonsense order he felt like. New-Megan nodded around his cock, reaching over for Cass and softly telling her how to control her thoughts, explaining in detail that once she said 'bottom bitch,' she could give any psychological order that she so pleased.

Of course, Cass was the new and improved Cass, so instantly, she said, "Bottom bitch, you can't think about your own pleasure any more." Bradley's cock throbbed inside the valley of Megan's tits, while her tongue continued to lick, and her lips suckled and slurped on the tip of his cock, moaning as her thoughts entirely devoted to his cock. Old-Megan was pitifully crying inside her head again.

"Come over here, Cass," Bradley said, patting the space to his side, and instantly, Cass moved to obey, completely abandoning any thought of dominating the other girl to obey Bradley's whims. He reached for Cass's hair, quietly running his fingers through those soft, dark locks of hers. "That's a good girl," he told her, cooing, as Megan mindlessly focused on sucking and titfucking his cock, doing her best as she pounded her hypersensitive tits up and down. Even when she came, she'd keep going, that was how complete Cass's command had been. Of course, the old-Megan wasn't affected, which meant she was constantly losing her mind in bliss. "You're a very good girl, Cass. You show these bitches their place, like such a good girl. I'm very happy with you." She smiled guilelessly at him, happy to receive the praise.

He turned his head down to Megan. "Dutiful bitch, look up at me and hold your mouth open," he ordered, and Megan promptly did so. Then he spat, aiming the thick splatter of a copious quantity of saliva right at her wide-open mouth, and she took it without so much as flinching. "There. More lube for you to use to lubricate my cock. Aren't you thankful?"

Megan nodded, tilting her head forward and letting the saliva drip out, splattering the inside of her tits with it, as his hard cock throbbed beneath them. Cass just smiled warmly, her emotional state one of quiet euphoria. Everything was right in the world, as far as she was concerned. This was exactly where Megan belonged, and exactly how Megan should act. The only problem was that annoying second-Megan who said all kinds of stupid things, but Cass mostly ignored her, and she'd shut up since Megan was put in a perpetual orgasm-frenzy.

Getting so much, so thorough, of a blowjob and titjob, really pushed Bradley's libido through the roof, and he soon was firing off hot cum all over the inside of the alien whore's mouth. She gulped and swallowed down every drop, her mouth like a vacuum for his dick as he let go. When he was spent, she popped off. "I hope that was good," she said, her voice soft.

"Eh. Starfire was better," Bradley said, which was honestly a lie. "Maybe you're not even worth fucking." His suggestion from earlier, that if she failed him sexually, she wouldn't get to come, didn't even process, thanks to Cass's order to not think about her own pleasure.

Megan's head was the intellectual equivalent of a bedroom that had been torn through by a small tornado, at this point - but there was enough of his other bitches in there that she was capable of feeling desperately needy, and Bradley's words did exactly that. "Sorry," she said, instantly bowing her head down to the ground, her forehead pushed against it. "I'm so sorry, please, forgive me, Master, I'm willing to do whatever you want, I'm so sorry for my miserable failure! Please, let me make it up to you!"

"Mmm..." Bradley said, staring down at the pleading form of the voluptuous Martian bimbo. "Well, alright. As long as you serve me well, I might forgive you. Eventually."

"Thank you so much!" Bastard hissed the old-Megan.

"Don't worry. Cass will help train you."

Cass quietly nodded, looking down at Megan. "You should... use your telepathy... to figure out... the best way... to pleasure Bradley..."

As Megan started to gently read Bradley's mind, Bradley toyed with the old Megan's perception and memories. From now on, she wouldn't be capable of noticing that Bradley was in complete control of himself, from identifying Bradley as the perpetrator of all the mind control, body modification, and rape that was going to become commonplace at the Tower in the future. No, as far as the old-Megan was concerned now, Bradley was just Cass's personal trainer and Raven's boyfriend, who had also been caught up in the bizarre series of events involving mind control that had ensued since Bradley had awoken to his omnipotence.

Bradley, you have to fight it! Old-Megan now said. What's happening, it isn't you! I know you're better than this! Is this what Raven would want?

Is it what Raven would want... Bradley let old-Megan receive, his cock twitching as he enjoyed the desperate hope that Megan felt. Is... it... He mentally trailed off, letting her feel his mind grinding against its (fake) confinement - then he rose to his feet suddenly. "You're doing something to me! I won't let you!" He grabbed Megan's head in both hands and just stuffed his cock right down her throat, while Cass watched with surprise and concern - worried that something had happened to Bradley, thus his words. Sorry, Megan, I can't overpower it, he said, as he ground Megan's head into his pelvis.

You can! Fight! Please, Bradley, you're so strong, Cass is completely under its thrall, and Raven doesn't even understand what's happening!

"Shut up, bitch," he told her with his mouth, while his hand reached down for her throat, squeezing his cock inside it and making her spasm.

"Stop... talking..." Cass said, her voice acquiring a sharp note to it, now that she had confirmation that Bradley was unhappy with her. Mentally, Megan whimpered.

Bradley forcibly twisted Megan's body around, putting her on her back on the bed as he stuffed himself balls deep into her throat, her new fat tits jiggling as she was moved into position. For a few deliciously pleasant seconds, he rammed away inside her throat as she gurgled around his dick, her head spinning with pleasure. The new Megan loved this treatment and was happy to receive it, because it meant that Bradley was clearly enjoying her body, to go so hard on it. The old Megan quietly, pitifully, continued to plead for mercy with Bradley, begging him to stop.

She had stopped talking to Cass, having realized how utterly pointless it was. Bradley's dick throbbed as he bottomed out inside Megan's throat, contemplating what to do. Cass saw what he was doing and clambered up on top of the bed, her hands wrapping around Megan's throat for a second, glancing up at Bradley for confirmation. She only needed to see the slightest trace of a smile appearing on his lips to begin choking Megan as he held himself inside her.

He decided he was tired of Megan's prattle, and wanted a new variation - so he made her feel shame for what she was doing. After all, she was basically raping him. As a superheroine, the blame fell on her, for failing to resist a 'helpless' civilian. Inside his head, the old Megan mewled pitifully, and her begging transformed into breathless apologies. I'm so sorry, Bradley, I'm sorry this is happening to you, I promise, I promise, once I figure out who's behind this, I'll do my best to bring them to justice!

Bradley, for his part, just slapped her tits, enjoying the sight of them jiggling. Cass moved her body out of the way the moment he started doing that, shifting to one side to give him easier access, now using just one hand to grope and squeeze Megan's throat, as he started to ram away at her mouth. The new Megan, of course, absolutely loved being ravished and used by this, ecstatic and babbling excitedly about her new position in life. I love you, Master! Thank you so much for this! I'm glad you can use my throat as an onahole, it's what it was meant for!

That was the delicious condition of the three of them - or four, perhaps, if you counted both old and new Megan as two people. Cass choking Megan when his cock was resting in her throat, as his balls filled Megan's nostrils with his thick scent. New Megan, thanking him so much, offering ever-more profuse declarations of love, as Terra's Bradley-shaped hole and Cass's misogynistic fuckpetification both smashed into her brain full force, crushing away any sense of self that didn't focus on Bradley. Old Megan, apologizing over and over, mentally crying and sobbing pathetically as her mouth was raped by him. And, of course, Bradley, just enjoying himself.

As he finally brought himself off inside of Megan's throat, pulling out, Bradley's attention was tugged away. Bradley wasn't just effectively omnipotent - he was also effectively omniscient. Starfire was off trying to bring her sister (Blackfire, great family naming sense) to him, but apparently, said sister had been 'tamed' by Lex Luthor, just as he'd tamed Starfire herself. The genius had figured out about the sexuality of Tamaraneans, and managed to make Blackfire orgasm, turning her into his loyal servant. Now he was planning to beat Starfire, reset her sexuality, and make her into his loyal servant too.

That definitely wouldn't do. Bradley had to go fix that. Especially since he fucking hated Lex Luthor already - he'd been fired from LexCorp for stealing from the company, and almost faced criminal charges, so he carried a grudge.