2 comments/ 14420 views/ 24 favorites Teen Titans - Father's Day By: Ksennin Based upon the story by Marv Wolfman and George Perez featured in the New Teen Titans comic book issues #5-6, told now without any damn censoring. All characters in this story are eighteen or older. TITANS: FATHER'S DAY PROLOGUE: DEFEAT They had failed. The enigmatic girl known only as Raven had gathered them, Robin, Cyborg, Starfire, Wonder Girl, Kid Flash, and Changeling, the New Teen Titans, for one purpose alone: to prepare for the coming of the demonic extra-dimensional conqueror, Trigon, Raven's own father. The New Titans were to use their powers and skills to defend Earth, help defeat Trigon, and save the world. But we failed, Robin thought, gritting his teeth as his body resisted his attempts to move. Failed miserably. They were meant as a last line of defense, he knew. A collection of mystics from other dimensions, making their last stand on Earth, were the frontline to stop Trigon once and for all. The Titans were just backup muscle. But frontline and muscle alike had been found wanting. Dick Grayson had been in the business of heroics since well before he could shave. As Robin, he had been trained by the Batman to deal with the worst street crimes, gangs, mobs, serial murderers; all serious, dangerous, and mundane. He could handle that. It was different when things went cosmic. Trigon had been far above his league, or that of the other Titans; way too far. The impossibly powerful creature had brushed them all aside like toy soldiers, not worthy even of being killed. Robin doubted that even the full Justice League could have succeeded against him. Perhaps this time the Earth was truly doomed. Grunting, he stood up. He could see Wally several paces away, thankfully still breathing, and soon located Cyborg and Changeling as well, fallen amidst the debris of the temple, the shattered pieces of granite that could have crushed him like a bug. How ridiculous was it that he, the only one without any superhuman powers, was the first one to awaken? Maybe one of the others had somehow protected him, maybe one of their heavy hitters, Wonder Girl, or Starfire. It took just another instant for him to realize that the girls were all gone. PART ONE: THE DEVIL'S OWN "Take me, and spare this world!" Trigon stared at his daughter, the upper pair of his four eyes still glowing with the unholy fire of his manifested power, power that had pierced the barriers between dimensions and lain waste to his enemies. Raven stood like a flimsy doll before her father, her slender figure in the long dark blue dress and hooded cape made even more fragile by the comparison with the inhumanly tall and massively muscled Trigon. Eight feet above the ground, his wide, fanged mouth smiled, and the deadly fire in his upper pair of eyes relented. "You know what that means," Trigon said, his voice resonating with impossibly complex bass tones. "I know." The hood of Raven's cape fell back to reveal tears streaming silently down her high cheekbones. She closed her eyes, not wanting to meet her father's piercing stare, or see her fallen teammates strewn around the ruins of the temple. "But you must never menace the Earth again. You must swear this." "You will never be able to return, either." "I know. I accept that." "Do you accept everything else? Everything?" "I-I do. Will you swear, father?" "I do." Trigon extended a hand down to his daughter. "Take my hand and leave this world behind. Forever." Raven reached up and silently placed her hand in his. Trigon's eyes flared again with coruscating energies, and father and daughter were enveloped in an aura of heatless fire, as were two of the other figures lying unconscious near them. "No! NO!" Raven protested. "Just take me!" "I always keep souvenirs of my travels," Trigon said with a low, growling laugh, before he and the three females held in the grasp of his will vanished. *********************************************** "You must help us!" Kid Flash exclaimed. "You are full of anger and aggression, young man," said the elderly man in the hooded robes, and the gathering of men and women behind him nodded in agreement. "Nothing good can come out of that." "Of course I'm angry! We just had our asses handed to us, Donna and Koriand'r are gone, and Raven -Raven is gone, and the world may just be about to end-!" "Trigon will not be stopped through violence." "What are we supposed to do, then? Ask real nice?" "You would not understand." "WHAT?" "They ain't helpin', man," Cyborg said, shaking his chrome-plated, partially-mechanical head, while trying to repair some of the devices implanted in his dark-skinned flesh. "We must make them, then!" "We are trying to understand," Robin cut in, his voice holding a subtle balance of dry calmness and ominous menace that he learned well from his mentor. "But you must help us. We don't even know where we are, really." "Azarath is the sanctuary of Azar. It is nowhere and everywhere. Azar is in our hearts." "Good for you, but we must attempt to find and rescue our friends, maybe contact others who can help us fight-" "No fights. Violence is useless. Only by accepting the truth of non-aggression-" "Oh, like that Gandhi crap did you much good!" Kid Flash interrupted, his hands clenching too fast for the eye to see. "You're just a bunch of cowards!" "Please, Wally," Robin whispered. "You're all still alive here only because Raven sacrificed herself!" "Yes. Raven did what was expected of her," the man said with a solemn tone. "She finally accepted the Way of Azar, casting aside the foolishness of futile resistance, and redeeming her tainted heritage. She-" "BULLSHIT!" "Look, we aren't asking you to fight," Robin said. "Raven said she learned dimensional-travel here in Azarath. That you taught her about Trigon." "So it was." "Then we just need someone to show us the way to his world. We'll do the rest." "Your cause is hopeless, doomed by the folly of your methods." "That's for us to find out." "Even if we wanted, it cannot be done. Raven learned how to use her unnatural talents effectively, but no other could travel unaided to Trigon's dark realm." "There may be a way," a soft voice said. A woman stepped forward, throwing back her robe's hood to reveal long, dark curly hair and delicate features framing pale blue eyes. She appeared to be in her late thirties, but her eyes seemed many decades older. Robin stared. The woman was beautiful, but it was the eyes that caught him, eyes which held untold deep sorrows and regrets. Raven's eyes. "Arella." The elderly man frowned. "You cannot." "She is my daughter." "It would mean turning your back on Azar's Way." "I know." "You would not be welcome again in Azarath." "I understand." Arella lowered her gaze, in acceptance before looking up again with renewed determination. "But I must. Whatever hope there is of saving Raven, faint as it may be, I must take it. I owe it to her." "You'll go to your doom, then." "So did Raven." *********************************************** "I was young," Arella said. "And stupid." "Gar can relate to that," Cyborg muttered, looking sideways at Garfield Logan, and the shape-shifting Changeling smirked mirthlessly in return. "Please, continue," Robin said, frowning at his teammates. The priests of Azar had left them, none even deigning to bid farewell to she who had been one of them for nearly two decades. Such was the cruelty of those who considered themselves righteous, Robin thought, seeing how that had hurt Raven's mother. Maybe she wanted to ease her pain by sharing her past. Not that it made such revelations any less uncomfortable, for all. "By my late teens, I had already tried all forms of excess available. Yet the drugs, sex and everything else left me unfulfilled, empty. I sought something, anything, to give my life meaning, so I turned to the occult. Was quite fashionable in those days. But the cult of renegade Manicheans I joined did more than merely dabble with satanic rites. Their Black Masses sought to contact a real demon. And they succeeded. They found Trigon." Kid Flash shifted uneasily from foot to foot. His old-fashioned Protestant upbringing made him nervous at such things as demons and satanic masses. "Look, ma'am, Trigon may be a real fiend from another world," Cyborg interrupted. "May carry a pitchfork and all, but there's no such thing as-" "Sorry if I offend your beliefs, or lack of them," Arella replied. "But Trigon is evil incarnate, and no word describes him better than demon. I pray you need not be convinced of this like I was." "But how did you-?" "The ritual of his Summoning was as ancient as it was unholy. I was chosen among many as the main offering." "Offering?" "I was the willing sacrifice, the prospective bride offered to Trigon through a ritual orgy of depraved sex and bloodshed," She looked down with a pained expression. "To my eternal shame, I accepted the role gladly, and became his mate." "Oh, boy," Gar muttered. "Of that big, red-?" "But if Trigon could already access Earth, years ago, why did he wait to invade us until now?" Robin asked. "He couldn't do it himself. Trigon was too powerful to leave his dimension. His power is such that reality itself is bent around him, like a planet's mass will distort space. Heaven knows how he finally managed to force his way up the potential slope of the fabric of reality." "But how did you-?" "He did not come to me. I went to him. There lies our only hope." *********************************************** Raven's powers allowed her to shift through dimensions like a shadow slipping through deeper darkness, among bursts of dark gases produced by required adjustments of translocated mass. In contrast, Trigon forced his way through the layers of reality with the subtlety of a battering ram. Raven almost fainted as her senses reeled with the violence of her father's power tearing space itself asunder. They appeared in the middle of a vast, dark chamber, its shadowed walls full of towering statues of Trigon. Recently lighted incense fought the stench of sweat and blood. Raven blanched, as her empathic senses were assaulted by the lingering echoes of violent emotions flooding the air and stone. Trigon gestured, and reddish lights rose all around the chamber's perimeter, revealing a veritable carpet of flesh surrounding the raised dais upon which stood Trigon, Raven, and the other two still-unconscious arrivals lying limply by their sides. "No, no-!" Raven's voice failed her. The dozens of naked bodies strewn all over the floor around the central dais in concentric circles were all of young, nubile females of various different humanoid species. Many had died so little ago that Raven felt the fading echoes of their doomed souls. Their faces shared similar expressions, impossibly showing both abject terror and impossible ecstasy. "Worry not, daughter. All shall receive the proper burial honors befitting treasured concubines. What greater honor for them than to give their maidenhoods and lives to serve their Lord and Master?" "You-you-" "A pity the rituals were so demanding. Many did prove to be quite delectable and would have been worthy permanent additions to my harems, if they had survived." "YOU MONSTER!" "But then, I do have your friends now, and they did seem hardier than the Earth females I knew of old." *********************************************** "You were in his world then." "Our rituals parted the veil between realms and took me to him, to become his lover. Even now I can't say how long it lasted. Time lost all meaning, becoming brief intervals of rest amidst dream-like eternities of wanton pleasure. I knew him only as my dream lover, losing all sense of self beyond the joy of being his plaything." "Uh, that may be just too much information," Garfield whispered nervously. "Until I fulfilled what he wanted of me. Only then, after I became pregnant, did he show me his true face," Arella continued bitterly, with a grimace of disgust and self-loathing. "Maybe I'd always seen it and I just refused to acknowledge it. He sent me back then. At first I thought he had tired of me, but now I know he always meant to impregnate me." "But why? Didn't strike me as the family type." "GAR!" Robin spat. "I believe he wanted to sire children in our world, so they could open the way to Earth for him. I was nothing but a means for an end to him." "Then, Raven-?" "Only the intervention of Azar saved us. When I had nowhere to go but down a path of madness and despair, they took me in, and taught me the way of peace and forgiveness. They helped me rise my daughter and shield her from the evil influence of Trigon. Azar herself taught Raven how to control the dark side of her nature. I-I thought it would be enough, but-" "But if Trigon has a whole universe of his own to conquer, why does he need Earth?" "In Azarath they believe that his universe isn't like ours. It may be vast, but limited." "A pocket universe?" Cyborg asked. "What?" Garfield asked. "Pocket universe. Limited plane of existence with different physical laws from ours. If the cosmological constant is slightly different, it can mean an universe with space-time curved more tightly upon itself, so-" "What?" "Oh, forget 'bout it, Green-genes." "Whatever is true, his worlds can no longer sate his hungers, and he wants more," Arella resumed. "If he enters our world, his power may grow even larger here, as he adapts to our type of reality. He could become even mightier than the Guardians or the New Gods." "Oh, fuck," Robin muttered. "Is that bad?" Gar asked. "Very, very bad." "But Raven made him swear-" "Trigon's promises are worthless," Arella said with pursed lips. "He'll invade Earth anyway. Azarath wants Raven to buy time, so they can prepare some secret plan I was never told about. But they don't know him like I do. Trigon will twist Raven to his own image, and use her to conquer Earth. I can't let that happen." "What are we waiting for, then?" Kid Flash cut in. "Open a magic gate or something and let's get moving!" "It's not that easy. I learned enough of the secret arts in Azarath to pattern a spell of similarity, to reweave my original passage to Trigon's world, but it has been many years since I was taken there, and I must take you all along with me. I don't know if we can do what's needed." "We'll do whatever we must," Robin stated. "For Earth, and our friends." "Yeah, let's do it!" Kid Flash agreed. "I hope you're right," Arella sighed, and unclasped her cape, letting it fall to the ground around her feet, followed next by her robe. Garfield's eyes bulged and his mouth opened wide. "After Trigon, no man could ever do anything for me," Arella went on, removing the simple cotton shift she had worn under her robe, and letting it fall as well, leaving her fully naked. "But with your youth and powers, it may be different. It's our only hope." "Uh, ma'am, you mean we-?" "We must have sex." *********************************************** Raven fell to the floor of the extravagantly ornate chamber, sobbing. "The child-! Why did you have to kill her?" "She insulted her Lord and Master," Trigon replied casually. Raven had followed Trigon while walking through a crowd of his subjects, when a small girl had muttered about his demonic appearance, rousing his anger. The child's flesh had actually boiled under Trigon's stare, and Raven's powers barely managed to heal her, absorbing and dispelling the horrendous pain, before Trigon simply incinerated her with a gesture. "She had been punished already! Wasn't that enough?" "I decide what is enough here. Maybe I would have let her live, with my mark on her, for others to always see and remember, but you defied me in public, seeking to save a low no-person, Daughter. That cannot be. You gave me no choice but to make a statement." "What?" "You made me kill that child, Daughter," Trigon said, before leaving the room. "Remember that." *********************************************** "I can't." Kid Flash shook his head. He could not. The woman was undeniably beautiful, with a body that most girls half her age would envy, but he could not. Even if he could forget the years of Sunday morning teachings on the evils of premarital marriage, he just could not. "You must," Arella said. "But I-I can't! You-You're Raven's mother! How can I-?" "You care about my daughter? Don't you wish to help her, then?" "Yes, but-" "If you wish to be left behind, so be it." Kid Flash stared at her for an instant, glanced at his fellow Titans, and shook his head, lowering his eyes. "I have to go along." "Good." "Hey, I've got no problem with it," Garfield said with a nervous smile, trying not to stare at Arella's nude body too obviously. "Uh, so how do get to it? Do we take turns or is it all at once, or-?" "Garfield-" "I mean, should some of us go wait around the corner? I don't fancy the idea of you guys staring at me while-" "No," Arella interrupted. "The connection between multiple participants will be tenuous at best. It may be in consecutive paired acts, but you all must remain close by, or the link will break." "Oh, crap," Gar said with a grimace. "I don't like being watched." "Look, forget your hang-ups," Robin said. He had engaged in sex in strange places and circumstances before, but to do the mother of a fellow Titan inside a ruined pagan temple in another dimension, in order to chase after a demonic world-conqueror, was really a first. Even that time in the cave with Talia, on the Batmobile, with Bruce in a lab three rooms away, now seemed casual in contrast. "Where can we-?" "This spot will do," Arella said, moving to a marble altar still whole in a raised dais. Using a twisted candelabra, she began tracing a star-shaped pattern on the dust around the marble altar. "Candles, we need candles for a pentagram-" Kid Flash vanished, and an instant later a lighted candle had appeared on each of the pentagram's points. "I've seen movies," Wally explained, gesturing nervously at the arrangement. "Uh, anything else?" Arella shook her head, and sat on the altar, facing the young men. "You must make me ready. The ritual will work only if we all achieve climax. That will be the hard part." Many parts should be hard, but were not, Gar thought nervously. He had never seen up close a nude body as impressive as that of Raven's mother. Her long curly hair barely covered the upper swell of heavy breasts, and hips and thighs were those of a real woman, not the boyish shape of most girls he had known. Surely Donna was more graceful or Kory even more voluptuous, but Gar doubted he would them without clothes anytime soon, if ever, while Arella was right there naked in front of him. Yet his initial arousal had faded. What if he could not do it? What if he could not get it up in front of his friends? What would he do then? How could he ever face any of them again? Flash looked away uneasily, and Cyborg stood impassive, his face expressionless. Robin noticed the unease of his friends and shrugged. He never had any problem pleasing his partners, and actually had more experience with older women like Arella that with girls his age. She seemed far less enthusiastic than Talia or Ivy or Catwoman had been, but he foresaw no problems. And he was the leader, so he should lead, he thought, stepping forward and unfastening his red tunic. "We can't waste time. Let's do it." "What? You gonna strip?" Gar asked. "Um, we only need to access the proper parts, no?" Robin asked, glancing at Arella for confirmation. Teen Titans - Father's Day "As you wish," Arella said. "Let's see what we can work with." Robin pulled down his green briefs, and Wally looked away, blushing. "Shit, that for real?" Gar asked. "Damn, not bad for a white boy," Cyborg muttered. "Can see where you got your name." "Perhaps there's hope after all," Arella said, with raised eyebrows, before turning to Cyborg. "You too. Show me." Cyborg's smile vanished from his lips. "I can use my hands or mouth on you, Ma'am, to-" "You need to use your penis, too." "I don't think that's necessary, I'm quite able with-" "It's not just me," Arella cut in, shaking her head. "You wish to come through? Then you must come, too. Literally." Cyborg stared at her without replying. Garfield saw the look on his friend's eyes, and knew that something was wrong. Cyborg was a description as much as a codename for Victor, and Gar knew that he was very sensitive about his missing body parts, and sense of diminished humanity. Could Victor have lost more than what Garfield had believed? "I don't think it'll work," Cyborg said finally, and lowered his silvery shorts. Various parts of the pelvis were replaced with metal, and the scarred groin led to a complex mixture of metal and flesh. Like in his head and torso, the mechanical prosthetics had retained as much of the original tissue as possible, instead of the complete substitution implemented on his limbs. The result was an artifact of metal rings, rods and ducts encasing the remains of Victor's manhood into an oversized, cumbersome construct. Victor stared hard at those around him, searching for pity or revulsion in their eyes, the reminder of what a monster he had become. But he found none. West appeared more shaken that repulsed, Robin looked at him with the same balance of respect and trust as ever, and Garfield only held in his eyes the sincere concern and sympathy born out of friendship. No disgust. No pity. Victor felt a knot in his throat. Perhaps the first time since joining the Titans, he realized he was truly accepted, maybe even embraced, as what he was. "Ok, so what's the need to be so glum?" Gar asked with a shrug. "I kinda thought my first orgy would be lots more cheerful." Victor smiled. They were truly his friends. He must never forget it again. The woman however, had something quite different in her eyes, something that to his surprise, appeared almost like interest, or even admiration. "There are ceremonial oils in the nearby temples," Arella told Kid Flash without taking her eyes off the large chrome-plated object between Cyborg's legs. "Bring me some- No, no, bring me lots of it. Lots." Kid Flash nodded and disappeared at super-speed. "It may really work, after all," she added, with a measure of surprise. *********************************************** "Were the Earth females taken to the harem?" "Yes, My Lord," the groveling attendant said with a shrill, nervous voice. Working for the ruler of a whole universe did that to you. "They will be bathed and prepared for your pleasure, My Lord. Will My Lord wish them within the hour?" "Let them wait in fear until the night. Fear, as all pleasures, is best tasted when delayed." *********************************************** Arella finished a long, complex chant in a harsh, guttural language. "Now," she whispered, lying back on the marble surface. "This is a bit awkward," Robin said. "I know, but it must be done," Arella replied. "Start by kissing me." *********************************************** The sprawling complex of large interconnected rooms was lushly furnished with multiple luxurious fabrics and rich woods. Wide cushioned spaces alternated with sunken pools of hot, aromatic waters, surrounded by the ever-present, life-sized statues of Trigon. Of the dozen humanoid females lounging all around, only a few acknowledged when the guards brought two unconscious young women into the Antechamber. Few cared to notice. "Ph'Tee," the Keeper of the Halls called out harshly. "Prepare them for The Master." A slender woman of shimmering golden eyes and hair, contrasting with her pitch-black skin, bowed, and approached the new arrivals where they lay limp, in one of the many cushioned mattresses by the turquoise-colored pool. So these were to be the new ones, Ph'Tee thought. New favorites to share the Master's bed. For a couple of days, at least. Then they would be relegated to occasional entertainment. One was slender but gracefully shaped, with long hair of shiny black contrasting with white, creamy skin. She was dressed in a skin-tight fabric of loud red with white star patterns on it, covering her from her bare arms and shoulders to her booted feet. Her wrists bore twin unadorned metal bracelets. Maybe she had already been a slave before. The other one had skin golden as a new dawn, and wild, curly auburn hair of unusual length and mass, with a body as exuberant as any ever to have entered the Halls of Pleasures, with long and thick muscular legs, wide hips and a slender waist leading to particularly large, round breasts. The private areas were barely covered by sections of metal plate and metallic fibers. "Manela, Ysernaa. Help me. These must be readied." She looked again at the new arrivals with an ambiguous grimace. Whoever they were, they would soon know the touch of Trigon for the first time. She did not know whether to pity, hate or envy them. *********************************************** The boy was not only unusually well-endowed, Arella thought, he could also really kiss, and use his hands. Strange for someone so young to be so skilled. Arella breathed in deeply as his mouth moved to her chest, his teeth nibbling her hardening nipples while he squeezed and pulled the soft flesh of her teats. He also understood the value of roughness, she saw. She hoped he could be rough enough at the later stages. She tried to banish her worries and relax, to accept the caresses, but it had been so long since she had last tried to have sex, and so much longer since she had actually enjoyed it enough to reach an orgasm. Ever since Him. Could these kids really make a difference? They must. What other hope was there for Raven? Going against the experience of the last nineteen years, she dared to hope. It had to be possible. Not for her, but for Raven. She closed her eyes and sighed, while the youth moved down between her legs, his mouth, tongue and hands proving his skills again. He was doing quite well, far better than she had expected. She had to respond, to grow even more excited, more aroused, even if she did not feel the burning longing in her loins that He and only He had ever awakened. But she should not think of Him now. She must not. "Come here," she called out to the tall black youth with the silvery metal parts and the large, complex implement between his legs. "We must not waste time or opportunity. Come closer." He doubted for a second before approaching her. While the young man called Robin kept at work between her spread legs, Arella leaned to a side and grabbed at one of the thickly muscled, part-metal legs of the black youngster, and at his manhood, also thick and metal-reconstructed. She pulled him in closer and took the cyborg phallus into her mouth. Garfield's eyes opened wide in admiration. The lady was not only a looker, she had real talent, too. PART TWO: CAREER OPPORTUNITIESxxx "Who are you? What's going on? WHERE ARE WE?" Ph'Tee could not understand the long-haired girl's words, but her anger was evident. Instead of crying or going into denial upon waking, as most did, this one had become violent. Manela and Ysernaa, who had just began to use scented moist towels to wipe dirt and grime from her golden skin, had been thrown into the Turquoise Pool as if they were a pair of shoes. "WHO ARE YOU?" Blinding light surrounded the long-haired one's hand, as if a raging star had been born between her fingers. All others shrieked and ran to cower as far away as they could, but Ph'Tee had no fear of death anymore, and she remained still. "KORY!" The black-haired girl had woken as well and appeared to try to placate the angry golden one. "They look like slaves, Kory," Wonder Girl said. "Maybe-" "Slaves?" Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran, called Starfire on Earth, looked around her with a look of disgust in her all-green eyes. She knew such topic well. "I know what kind of slave is kept in a place like this." "We must get one of them to communicate with us." "Fine." Starfire willed the ball of plasma surrounding her hands to disappear. Walking up to the beautiful black-skinned female, she grabbed her face with her hands, and kissed her on the lips. *********************************************** Victor had actually felt afraid, struck by an impulse to bail out, to escape having to test his mangled manhood and see it fail, or even worse, hurt her with the cold, hard metal that was now part of him. He had never even attempted to masturbate since becoming Cyborg, though occasional nocturnal emissions showed that the organic function still worked somehow. But he was convinced that he could never be with a woman again, that the monster he had become was forever denied it; another thing where he was no longer a man. But Raven's mother was proving him wrong. Her mouth took in with some difficulty the cumbersome mass of his irregularly shaped member, but had then started fellating him with what almost seemed like relish. Her tongue explored the sensitive edges where flesh connected with metal, and after a few seconds, he could feel himself grow, becoming engorged with blood in response to her skill. He closed his eyes, and if he ignored the clicking noises of the frame's support rods as they telescoped to allow the growth of his erection, he could almost forget what he was, and just enjoy it, as if the accident had never ever happened. He wondered for a moment if the metal rings and rods felt cold in her mouth, but seconds later, he could wonder nothing more at all, as he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in a sudden explosion of sensation. His reconstructed member throbbed almost painfully, and he groaned out loud, ejaculating his pent-up seed inside Arella's mouth. Only his mechanical legs let him remain standing up, as intense pleasure and unbelievable relief flooded his remaining flesh, making him feel weak as a baby, making him feel close to tears again. He was still a man; despite everything, he was still a man. *********************************************** That woman can really blow, Garfield mused, staring with admiration as Cyborg groaned and gasped in evident climactic enthusiasm, while plentiful semen began to spill from Arella's busy lips. Gar smiled. Great for Vic, he thought. He had always known Vic could use a good lay to break the blues. Gar turned and stared at Robin. The guy was really going at it like a racehorse, he thought. Maybe he should start taking notes or something. *********************************************** Donna Troy, the Titan known as Wonder Girl, stared as Starfire, her friend and teammate, kissed the tall, black-skinned female with the golden hair. She would never get used to seeing Kory do that. After a couple of minutes longer than what Donna would have thought necessary, Kory finally stepped back and began to talk to the woman in a fast sibilant language, her Tamaranian latent telepathy having absorbed the local language through the physical contact of the kiss. The woman replied with surprised eyes, and a hurried exchange followed. "We are in Trigon's world," Kory said. "I feared that," Donna replied, nodding. "Where are our clothes?" "Taken away and discarded, Ph'Tee says. We were to be dressed by them according to their customs." "Paty?" "Ph'Tee. Her." "Oh. What's this place?" "The Halls of Pleasure, they call them," Kory stated with a mirthless grin. "Obvious, no?" "Halls of Pleasure?" "The lodgings for Trigon's concubines." "A harem?" "Yes," Kory replied with pursed lips. "The excessive finery and empty stares... I'd recognize such a place no matter where." "Then he spared us to-?" "Make us his concubines, too, yes." "He's mad! How does he-?" "These women are to prepare us." "Prepare us?" "We are to be taken to him in a couple of hours." "Good. That gives us time to escape before-" "No." "No?" "We were placed under Ph'Tee's care. If we're gone when they come for us, she and the others will all be killed." *********************************************** It was not working. At first it seemed it would. Arella grew adequately moist after oral stimulation, and gasped with what seemed appreciation when he entered her, without any complains about his size. He had started thrusting with a two-one, two-shallow, one-deep rhythm, angling for the best stimulation to her inner pleasure spots. Interpreting her responses, he had escalated the speed and power until he was going as hard, fast and deep as he could, and she had squirmed and pushed back with apparent pleasure. When her swallowing of Victor's thing had allowed it, she had even panted and moaned in clear excitement. But he was already dangerously close to finishing now, and she remained in the same state: clearly excited, but nowhere close to climax. Anyone with a lesser physical condition than him would have been worn out by now. Catwoman had first climaxed with him in half the time and a third of the foreplay. He was doing his best, but it seemed nowhere enough. It was a rather humbling experience. He tried to place his mind elsewhere, with little real success. Thinking that she was Raven's mother did the opposite of what he sought, and focusing on his concern for his teammates made him think about Kory, which did him no good either. Grimacing, he tried to remember that one time he had asked Alfred to make burgers. *********************************************** The youth did an extraordinary effort, but it had not been enough, Arella thought, as Robin grunted, pumping into her, eyes closed in his orgasm. She had become more aroused than ever been in the last two decades with anyone but Him, but it just had not been enough. She had kept using her hand on the black youth's penis even after his climax in her mouth, keeping him hard, but while it was thrilling to think of his strange metal and flesh hybrid entering her sex, she knew that it would take more than one youth substituting for the other to drive her to orgasm. "I need you both," she asked, her voice heavy with mixed excitement and frustration. "At once." *********************************************** "Raven sacrificed herself?" "I believe that's what Ph'Tee means. She said that the Master's Daughter had joined him." "Maybe that's why he didn't kill us." "No, he didn't kill us because he wants to fuck us." "I'd rather you didn't say it." "It's the truth. We were defeated in combat, and our enemy claims the spoils. It's Right of Warfare." "Please!" "And if I had you as my prisoner, I'd surely take you as a concubine." "Is that supposed to reassure me?" "Maybe you should be flattered?" Donna looked down uncomfortably. Things looked bad enough without worrying about Kory propositioning her. "So if we want to save them from execution," Donna gestured at the surrounding crowd. "We must wait, and escape only after Trigon's guards arrive to take us to him?" "Yes." "Fine," Donna sighed. "Then we may as well get that bath anyway." *********************************************** "Uh, sure you don't want to be on top?" "I'd better be down," Victor replied with obvious unease. "I'm kinda heavy." "Yes, yes. Do it now!" Arella insisted. Nodding, Cyborg sat on the altar, leaning back as Arella moved to straddle him. He stared with some apprehension as she placed his partially-mechanical manhood in position, and lowered her loins on him without hesitation. "Azar!" She gasped, grimacing with obvious pain as she let her weight drive her down fully on him in a single motion, impaling herself. "It's so big!" He stiffened, worried, knowing that he had hurt her, that he should have never tried to do such a thing, that sex with a normal woman was for a normal man, not someone like him. "I'm sorry-" he began, trying to pull her up off him. "Oh, shut up and fuck me!" she exclaimed, and leaned forward for her mouth to meet his. Robin watched uneasily as Arella began to ride Cyborg with desperate urgency. Would Victor have better luck than him? He did have advanced science on his side, besides being thicker, if not longer. "What are you waiting for?" Arella asked him, looking over her shoulder. "Ok, going there." Stepping on the altar, he squatted around Victor's stretched-out legs and behind Arella, positioning his member at the puckered entrance to her anus. Like Vic, he had used plentiful amounts of the oils Wally had brought, to supplement her abundant fluids, but still wondered if it would be too tight a fit. Most women found him nearly too large for vaginal sex, so anal was generally out of the question, except for the most daring of past lovers. But would even Catwoman have asked him to go up her ass in a double penetration? "Now!" Arella urged him, and with a deep breath, he complied. *********************************************** "I can do it myself, thank you," Donna said with an uneasy smile. "They were told to do it, and fear to be punished if they don't comply. Obedience is all they know, Donna." Donna sighed and allowed the servile females to bathe her, squirming nervously as their hands ran over her breasts and buttocks with soapy sponges, with what seemed like excessive devotion to cleanliness. Starfire was a princess in her world, so perhaps was used to such treatment from servants, but Donna could not help but find the experience of disturbing in various ways. She wondered what their mutterings meant. "Do you have to stare at me?" she asked Kory, after noticing her friend's all-green eyes fixed on her. The Tamaranian Princess smiled. She had to agree with the whispers of the women bathing Donna. Indeed she was beautiful, she thought, letting the attentions of the concubines working on her relax her muscles. *********************************************** "Oh, damn," Robin muttered, thrusting deep into the woman's tight anal passage. He was reviewing methods of evidence analysis in his mind to avoid finishing before Arella did. But despite how much she moaned and whimpering while Victor and him pounded hard at both her openings, it seemed she still would not come. Below them, with a loud groan, Victor came again, and Robin could feel the vibrations of the cyborg penis through the thin layers of tissue separating their respective members. It was too much. Too much. "Oh, fuck!" Robin gasped as he began to ejaculate. "Fuck, yeah," Victor agreed. "No, not yet!" Arella cried out. "I'm close! Really close!" "I can still go on," Robin muttered, continuing to thrust with tightly closed eyes while his member shot the last jets of semen deep inside her anus. "I can still do it a couple more times if I must, I just need a minute to-" "We don't have a minute! The spell will fade if we don't continue! Don't stop! Keep going!" Robin swallowed hard, knowing that his erection would soon subside. He would need at least a few minutes to get fully hard again, and by then Arella would have lost her current momentum. "WALLY! GARFIELD! GET OVER HERE!" "But I-" "GET THE FUCK HERE NOW!" "I-I'll try, but... I can't!" Wally stepped forward towards them, his face below the mask flushing bright red. He was trying to cover the growing bulge in his groin with his hands. Teen Titans - Father's Day Garfield stayed several paces away, and shook his head. "Oh, come here!" Arella reached with a trembling hand for Wally's crotch. Still moving with furious urgency against Robin's continuing thrusts, she pulled down the waistline of Kid Flash's red and yellow costume to free the hardening penis underneath. Without losing her pace she took it into her mouth. Wally closed his eyes, telling himself that it was for a greater good. "Shit. That's it for me, man," Cyborg muttered, and collapsed on his back, his twitching member limp already. "Fuck. Sorry, I'm too outta practice." "GARFIELD! GET YOUR SORRY ASS HERE AND DO YOUR PART!" "I can't," Garfield Logan replied weakly. "COME HERE NOW, YOU ASSHOLE!" "It won't work," he sighed, stepping towards them. Arella reached out with another hand, and after a couple of seconds of fumbling with Garfield's spandex costume, she began to pump his small, flaccid penis. "It won't work." Robin was thinking hard about everything he had tried to ignore minutes before. He focused on how kinky it was to sodomize the gorgeous body of Raven's mother. He thought about every single woman he ever desired and most likely would never have, from Silver Saint Cloud to Wonder Woman. He thought about all those he had scored with to his own surprise, remembering the nasty and wildly gleeful coupling with Catwoman, and the angry, resentful sex with Talia. He thought about Barbara in her tight Bat-costume. He had to stay hard. He had to keep going. He finally focused on Starfire, on her sexy, long and wild hair, on her lovely face and bewitching all-green eyes, and mostly on her glorious golden body, her long legs, hard, round butt, and huge, round boobs. Robin swallowed hard. That seemed to have made it. Arella had gotten Wally fully hard, and used her hand to keep him erect, while turning her attention to Garfield's lifeless member. "It won't work," Gar repeated. Wally suddenly stiffened and his member began to pulse in Arella's hand. She stopped her manual pumping, but it was too late. "I'm sorry, I-I didn't-I-Oh, fuck!" Wally gasped, in time to his convulsive ejaculations. "Fuck! Fuck! "Shit, Wally!" "I'm sorry, I-" Wally began, his face becoming even redder. "I'd had never before... I just never had... Man, I'd never-" Wally stepped back and sat back on the ground, placing his face between his folded arms. "GARFIELD! It's just the two of us, now!" "It isn't working," Garfield sighed. Arella's mouth worked on him with furious desperation, but his penis refused to react beyond the smallest of stirrings. "What?" "It isn't working." Garfield's face had blanched to the palest shade of green possible. "What do you mean it isn't working?" "I can't-I can't-Oh, please don't-I'm sorry-" "Aren't you the big horndog here? The damn fucking teen playboy? Man, it's Raven's Mom! She's hotter than fire! Don't you want some?" "I WANT IT!" Arella added, her tongue licking at Garfield's shrunken member. "FUCK ME! DO IT NOW!" "I can't! I just can't!" "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" "YOU'RE WATCHING ME!" "WHO THE FUCK CARES?" "I DO! I CAN'T DO IT IF YOU WATCH ME!" "SHIT, I'LL CLOSE MY EYES! WE ALL WILL!" "YOU'LL STILL BE WATCHING ME! I KNOW IT!" Garfield cried out. "YOU'LL ALL WATCH ME! YOU'LL ALL JUDGE ME! I JUST CAN'T-!" "FUCK! DON'T BE YOU THEN!" "Eh?" "BE SOMETHING ELSE!" "What?" "CHANGE SHAPE, YOU TWIT!" "WHAT?" "FUCKING SHAPESHIFT AND HELP ME FUCK HER, FUCK IT!" "But that's disgusting! What will she-?" "DO ANYTHING YOU HAVE TO!" Arella screamed. "JUST FUCK ME!" Garfield stared for a few seconds. "Ah, ok," he whispered. *********************************************** Raven stared blankly at the walls of her quarters. She ignored the obscene luxury of the furnishings and the many extravagant offerings strewn about. She was in hell, as any place where her Father ruled would be, and she was doomed to remain there for as long as she lived, for the sake of Earth. She wondered about her fellow Titans, regretting how she had manipulated them into facing Trigon. Even now Donna and Koriand'r remained at her Father's mercy. Raven tuned her gaze inward, looking deeply into her own soul, focusing on the dark core of no-being that Azar had taught her to find within herself, beyond all needs and all emotions, where only peace existed and all her sorrow and pain could be cast aside. She almost succeeded. Almost. *********************************************** "Victor! Move out!" "Sure," Cyborg muttered, and slid from under Arella. "Gar! You take the front!" Using his ground-grappling body skills, Robin hugged Arella to him, and rotating, made her face up over him while he took Victor's former position with his back to the altar's surface. He then grabbed Arella's hips and resumed thrusting up into her back passage, having remained inside her during the entire maneuver. Dick was the man, Garfield thought, impressed. "I'll help out," Cyborg said, standing up by Arella's side and leaning forward to lick and bite at her hard nipples, while his powerful mechanical hands grabbed her jostling teats, to squeeze and pull the soft flesh. Garfield stared for an instant at the sweat-covered beautiful woman being pleasured by both his friends. Her legs were open and her sex was ready for him. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" "GAR! DO IT! NOW!" Robin was right, he did not need to be afraid of any others seeing him, judging him. He did not need to be Garfield Logan at all. He could be just anything he wanted to be. Anything. Garfield shape-shifted into animal form, and getting instantly hard, mounted Arella. *********************************************** While the women dressed the two of them in sheer silk and insubstantial veils, Donna had Kory find out as much as possible about Trigon's world from Ph'Tee, but results were disheartening. There were no organized resistance movements, no important military enemies. The few star systems not yet under Trigon's complete control were so distant that campaigns against them were clearly carried out of mere boredom. Trigon had nearly crushed a whole universe. What hope did the two of them have? She thought about her fellow Titans, while fingering her golden lasso, now worn as decorative belt low on her hips, having been salvaged by a harem girl who had liked it. Hopefully, Raven's deal with her father had saved Dick and the rest as well. She wondered if they were somehow trying to come to their aid, and whether they were despairing while doing it. *********************************************** "Oh, yes! YES!" Garfield wondered why this sort of thing had never occurred to him before, while he pumped into Arella's sodden sex with the wild urgency only a true animal could muster. He had never felt so free during sex, so powerful and unbound, so free of all concerns and worries. Sure it was sick and twisted, and most of his fleeting girlfriends would have slapped him silly at the mere suggestion of such experimenting. Having a green-skinned date for the movies was daring enough for them. But certainly he could have found some professional help or something. He really had to make it a regular thing. He just needed to find the right girl. "YES! YES! MORE!" Arella demanded. More? Gar thought, startled. He had shifted into the shape of a big, lanky Great Dane, and was giving it to her as hard as he thought a human woman could take it. Obviously he was mistaken. A Rhino? That may be overdoing it. Maybe a bigger canine? Saint Bernard? No, far too clumsy, he decided, shifting instead into the biggest dog he could think of, a huge, hairy Irish Wolfhound, and his member grew considerably inside her, even as he continued to pump savagely. "YES! YES! OH, YES! MORE! YES! MORE!" More? How far did this woman want him to go? He wondered whether, if they all survived this mess, she would consider having a steady relationship with a younger guy. *********************************************** Raven dared to think about her Mother for an instant, and her self-control almost broke. Would Mother be proud of what she had done? Of her ultimate sacrifice? Of how she had finally embraced the Way of Azar, the Way of Peace and Inaction? *********************************************** "OH, AZAR! OH, FUCK! OH, YES! YES-YES-YES! FUCK! OH, AZAR! YES!" His rational mind subsumed in his beast form, Garfield could only roar loudly his culmination. Spittle fell from his slavering jaws on Arella's shaking midsection, and barely missed Victor's head. He thrust powerfully into her drenched depths, which accepted his massive canine shaft all the way to its hairy base, while he pumped her full of abundant animal seed. With a final scream, Arella finally climaxed and the primal energies gathering around them manifested at last, beginning to warp the very shape of space. Coming for a final time in Arella's anus, Robin smiled. They had done it. This was it. This was how they were going to beat Trigon. Teamwork, it was all about teamwork. PART THREE: HIS MASTER'S VOICE "The Queen of Xenarc, My Lord," the man in the sober uniform of Trigon's armies called out, throwing with intended violence a slender woman in recently ripped finery at Trigon's feet. "What was her complaint, again?" "My Lord, that reparations be paid for the damages done by My Lord's troops during their stay in their planet throughout the Ganordrran campaign." "Oh, yes," Trigon muttered. "But there will be no need for repairs if there is nothing to be repaired. Have the fleet raze the place immediately." "The Word of Trigon is Law." "No! No! Please!" the lilac-skinned woman pleaded, throwing herself to hug Trigon's feet. "She is comely," Trigon said. "And will soon be the last of her kind. That makes her more appealing. Have her taken to my chambers now." "No! You monster!" "Ah, royals always have such quaint spirit. Let us see if she survives to earn a place in the Halls of Pleasure." In a corner, Raven sat motionless, her eyes downcast, all spark gone from them. The language spoken in Trigon's Throneworld and Empire was unknown to her, but she did to understand the words to understand the nature of what had transpired. Her empathic powers had told her enough. It was all for Earth, she repeated silently for the hundredth time. *********************************************** Reality reshaped itself, cohering around them into a stable world again; Trigon's world. They stumbled, disoriented among the strange environs surrounding them, floor-to-ceiling blood-red draperies and dark marble-like walls coalescing into a ornate, enormous chamber. Shrill female cries echoed around ominously and then stopped. "Quick, hide!" Arella whispered, gathering her robe around her nakedness. "Damn! I should have known!" "Shit, didn't we make it there?" Garfield muttered. "Where are we?" A sudden growl rose from somewhere in the darkened, cavernous room. "What the fuck is that?" "Garfield, shut up!" "WHO DARES?" "Uh? Who's that?" Gar asked, shaking his head, still trying to adjust to returning to human mind-state after a dangerously immersive stay in animal form. "Gar! You idiot!" Cyborg ran to pull the dazed Changeling towards the relative safety of a service entrance behind the tapestries. But it was too late. "YOU AGAIN? HERE?" Trigon's voice boomed. Garfield stared as Trigon rose from the room's vast centerpiece bed, several dozen feet away, to stride towards him, nude. "Oh, fuck." "Shit! Will you look at the size of that!" Gar said. The blast of unnamed energies struck the floor where they had stood fractions of a second before Victor tackled Garfield out of the way. Cyborg scrambled to his feet, rearranging his right arm into the configuration of his sonic blaster, yet knowing he had no chance. Trigon grimaced, and flinched several times, as the air around him blurred. Loud booming noises followed each other in rapid succession as something moving at high speeds struck Trigon's mighty frame with hundreds of blows of great kinetic energy. "West, you fool," Victor muttered, knowing that Kid Flash was the one with the best chance to have escaped the place taking Arella and Robin with him. "GNATS!" Trigon snarled, before a blinding burst of furious energies exploded from his whole body, sending Kid Flash to collapse against a wall. Victor fired his blaster, but the outcome was never in doubt. Seconds later, Trigon stood over the Titans, fallen before him for a second time. He wondered how they could have followed him. Surely Raven could not have broken her word. Had the sheep of Azar finally found some backbone? He shrugged. The Earthlings remained harmless, and could become useful. He glanced at his bed, where the Queen of the Xernarc had joined her extinct species, in quite disappointing suddenness. He had expected defiance and hate to make her more interesting, but her world's death had broken her too easily. Everyone in this universe always broke too easily, now. He could not wait to start anew, on Earth, from where a whole new, larger universe would open to him. He smiled, looking again at the frail weaklings at his feet, while he called with a gesture for his servants. It was time to call for the Earthling females. It was time to taste an advance of the pleasures Earth held. *********************************************** "FUCK! FUCK! How the hell could you take us THERE! You handed us to him, damn it!" Arella held her face in her hands. "I... didn't know, I swear! But... I should've known! The spell linked me-us to Him, to that... place. Oh, Azar help me, I should've known!" Robin stared at Arella. Obviously she had never gotten over Trigon. Could she have sought to return to him, consciously or not? He shook his head. Whatever her reason, he had again led the Titans to defeat, maybe to death. He was now the only Titan not in Trigon's power, but he had no actual powers, and was stranded in another world, another universe, inside the enemy's stronghold, along with that enemy's former lover. "Let's keep moving. I think Trigon did not see us, but we can't chance it. We need to find somewhere safe where I can think." "Think?" "Yeah, that's all I can do now, really. So I should get started." *********************************************** "They are coming," Ph'Tee said. Starfire nodded. "Are you sure about-?" Ph'Tee shook her head, looking down. "I have nowhere else to go, now." Others looked down as well, or drifted away. Starfire pursed her mouth. She had seen such defeat of the spirit before. Even if all of this world were not under Trigon's thumb, these women would not dare to escape, to risk a new life. Donna frowned at the exchange and wondered what Kory had kept from translating. The Keeper and the guard detachment entered the wide Antechamber. The heavily-armed guards would not let their eyes stray towards the barely dressed females in the adjoining rooms, as no one sane would dare to even gaze upon Trigon's property. But they had to see the Earth women waiting to be taken, dressed in almost nothing. Many swallowed with difficulty. Starfire and Wonder Girl exchanged fast glances before letting the guards lead them out of the place. Ph'Tee stared as they left, and then returned to her usual empty distractions, determined to forget the foreigners and their absurd plans, trying to forget that she had also once held the folly of hope. *********************************************** "Find out if more Earthlings came or plan to come," Trigon told his Master Interrogator. "Begin now." The gnarled man prepared his instruments of torture with the pleased satisfaction of an expert following his vocation. He selected the metal-encased youth for first subject. Trigon sat back, using his left hand to pet the large, thick-bodied canine-like creature chained at his side. He may let his pet have the remains of the Earthlings once the interrogation was over. If anything remained. Trigon did not have real interest in the information; whatever the pathetic Earthlings tried would be futile anyway. But their torture may be a stimulating prelude to his enjoyment of the Earth women. "My Great Lord Trigon?" Trigon turned with a frown towards the newly arrived servant. "What is it?" "Ah, My Lord Trigon, there's a small problem." *********************************************** Robin heard the alarms, and they barely hid in time from a group of heavily-armed guards racing down the corridor. Something had to be happening. The guys may be getting away, he hoped; or the girls. He turned to Arella. "Can you contact Raven?" *********************************************** "You mean you could not control two mere women?" "My Lord, they had energy-manipulation powers and vast unnatural strength!" the Guard Commander complained. "We've already lost dozens-!" Trigon gestured, and the giant canine-like creature pounced on the shocked man. "Incompetence is not to be tolerated." *********************************************** Wonder Girl used her bracelets to block a barrage of projectile fire, before tearing a big chunk of thick masonry from the nearby wall, sending it to shatter before the attackers at the far end of the corridor. Behind her, the screech of Starfire's blasts rose as she held off the attack from the other direction. Donna knew that Kory would not doubt at killing her opponents, and thus preferred not to see her fight. She struck at the remaining section of wall with her foot, and the thick masonry crumbled, opening the way to an adjoining chamber, but enemy fire erupted from that direction as well. Donna cursed, ducking back, also cursing again the embarrassing wisps of clothing she had been made to wear, which needed every other second to be re-accommodated . "Kory, we must clear this way-!" "EARTHLINGS!" Wonder Girl could not help but shudder at the sound of Trigon's deep voice. The enemy fire had stopped, and she peeked over the barrier of rubble she had created to shield them from that direction of the wide corridor. Trigon stood in the corridor. Dangling from the tall creature's hand, with ripped wires and leaking ducts trailing from where his legs used to be, was Cyborg. "Your little entertainment is over," Trigon said. *********************************************** "It's no use." Arella grimaced, shaking her head. "I can't reach her." Robin tensed in worry. "Is she-?" "No! I think she's alive. I can feel her. But for some reason I just can't reach her, like she was deaf to my calls." *********************************************** "I'll die first." "We must just gain time, wait for an opportunity. He must have a weakness." "And if he doesn't?" "He has Victor, perhaps others, but we don't know if everyone else was caught. Maybe-" "I'll attack him," Donna whispering. "You get away. Free Cyborg and anyone else." "You won't last enough. A warrior must know when the fight is futile." "I must try." "He'll kill you." "Better than the alternative. I just could never... Eventually he'll kill us all, anyway." "We'll get away," Starfire said, surprised at the hints of growing panic in her friend's voice, unlike her usual composure under even the direst danger. But Earthlings had the strangest hang-ups about all that involved sex. "Just play along with me." "Surely you couldn't-" "I was a slave once, Donna. Believe me, I won't be one again. Ever. But whatever's necessary to survive must be done." "But if that means-?" "Shh! Just let me handle it."