Who are you, this mystery person? What is it that you seek? What is it that you want from me? What do you want from this creature who is now entrapped in your possession. I don't want to make a scene to not trigger a disturbance, or facing any danger myself. I can tell. The way you hover over me. I can feel your breath, hot as the scoring sun. Hot as the pain that is trying to penetrate my skin. Something sharp takes residence on my neck. I am starting to notice on the scheme you are playing.
And I am it.
I try to calm down in this compacted train. It motions back and forth. The captor has their grip on me, continuing to manifest me. Still taking captive. Still taking captive.
It chuckles.
"So, that was your Raven," it tells me in a teasing voice. "Do you think I am still this Raven?"
"Fuck off," I say under my breath.
It pushes me against the door. The pressure nudges me, starting to feel dizzy.
"I wouldn't fucking sure of myself to talk like that if I were you." It presses harder. "What makes you think I can crush you through this glass?"
"You...are...hurting…me." I muster to the captor. I try to get my hands, but those too are being tightening and pressured by my captor.
"Good, I want you to hurt. I want you to feel this kind of pain." It presses harder. I am certain that this person is trying to kill me at this very spot.
"I can't want to read the headlines soon of the fallen Titan." The captor put its nose near my ear. "It will be very exciting, very alluring, if you ask me."
"What do you want from me," I ask pleadingly. Of course, I feel sort of defeated. Why shouldn't I? I can swallow my pride and can attack this fucker, but at the same time, my pride disallows me to cause panic.
I see many civilians doing their usual routines. I see a her mother tending to her laughing child. I see a older gentleman reading the latest on their paper. I see a sleeping nurse, resting against the window. I know she must have had a hard day for her shoes are on the floor.
I feel a smirk behind my neck. Trailing its finger against my back. "I know what you are thinking, Beast Boy."
My cheeks dropped, despite my face being against the glass. "How do you know my…"
"Shh!" It tells me. "It doesn't matter on what I know. What should matter on what I will do to these victims if you were to perform your animalistic acts, if you can catch my drift."
The captor look left and right. "I can turn that child into a motherless one, if you care." It observed the sleeping nurse. "She had a rough day, didn't she. Really quite unfortunate if their colleagues would have to perform an assignment on her mangled corpse."
"Stop," I demand it to do.
The captor chuckles. "I can't wait what the grandchildren would say on the news about their dear old grandfather. 'He was a great man. A wonderful person to be around. It was not fair. Who would do such a thing…'"
"Enough," I say to the captor. "Enough. Just fucking enough. I get it. I fucking get."
It grips my hair, twisting it in a knot. It becomes painful. "You should be wise on how you talk to those who is calling the shot. It. Is. Not. Fucking. Nice."
I felt my head press at the glass. The last thing I remember was feeling the shards of the glass.
-Beast Boy
-Beast Boy
-Beast Boy
-Mama?
-Beast Boy
-Mama?
-Where are you, my green goblin?
-I am right here, mama. I am right here.
-Where are you, Beast Boy?
-I am right here, mama. Can you see me?
I see nothing but darkness surrounding me. Enveloping me with its every being. It captures me, relishing me. It tells me to converge within it. Become part of it. There is no I, only we. I look for my beautiful demon. I can hear her calling my name, but I can't see her. With every step I take, every time I speak, I speak for her.
Raven
Raven
Raven
A splash of water hits me. The coolness enters my pores. I open my eyes. I check my surroundings, but I still see darkness.
"Hello?" I say aloud.
No answer.
"Hello?" I say aloud again.
Still there wasn't an answer.
I try to move, but something is obstructing my hands. I am unable to move.
"I can see that you are awake. Yummy!"
I hear a voice, however, it is not the same as the captor. The voice sounds more feminine. More of a woman.
I felt someone kicking me. I return to the floor.
"I can see that you are now awake. Yummy!"
"Who are you?" I ask. I want answers. Where am I? Why is it warm? Am I still on the train? Am I somewhere being held captive? At a lair? At a restroom? Just answers?
"It doesn't matter on who I am, but what I am going to do to you."
For some reason, I feel a chill through my spine. It wasn't the words, but how she says it. It displays such positivity of absoluteness. She gave me a sentence and finished it with a period. I try my hardest to move my legs since my hands can't suffice. Even that isn't working as well.
"I take it easy if I were you," says my captor. "The more you struggle, the more you become tire out." I hear footsteps coming near me. "And I like a fighter when they try to resist me. So, don't get too tired. Okay?" The latter is returned with a chuckle. I can hear walking away. I try to scream.
"Who are you? Who are you, damn it? Where am I?"
"Once again, darling. It doesn't matter on who I am, but what I am going to do to you."
Then, I feel a hand around my hip. She was unfastened my belt. I struggle as I feel the coolness of my thighs from the removal of my pants.
"Phase one is finished," says the captor.
I can hear her put something on. It had the sound of a glove or something. "This part may hurt. So clinch your teeth."
She pulls down my boxers. My heart begins to pant. What is she doing? What is she doing? What is she doing? WHAT IS SHE DOING?
I feel a finger grabbing my ass. I flinch.
"Hold still," she tells me. "Or I can get some real assistance. Okay?"
"No, please. Don't do this? I don't go like that?"
She chuckles. "Not in the position to call the shots, Beastie dude. Just think of learning some perspective after this."
I feel a finger enter my ass. She thrust quickly without warning. I yelp from her anal introduction.
"That is one," she proudly says. "I wonder if you can take two fingers."
I feel the second one enter my ass. I am straining. I am kicking, trying my hardest to move. I feel a slap.
"Sit the hell still, Jesus." She tells me. "I have not got started yet on what I am planning to do."
She put her third finger in my ass. I scream in the agony of knowing she thrusts in and out of my ass.
"Oh, yes," she cries. "I want it wet and extra gushy. Does it feel good, Beastie dude. Kimochi? Kimochi?"
I feel her breast against my back as she continues using my ass for her pleasure. At the same time, I begin to feel a stirring from my penis. The more she thrust, the more it gets home. I can tell she is looking because her pace is slowing down.
"Is that an extra tail, or you are just happy to see me," she asks me.
I remain silent. I don't want to entertain her any further. It is not until I feel her cold, gloved hands on my dick.
"You like me. You really like me," she continues saying while she double teams my dick and my ass.
"Stop," I say with pleas. "I will do anything. Please stop. Please stop!"
"Yes," she says. "Continue to fill the room with your cries. Cum for me! Cum for me!"
She continues thrusting my ass and stroking my dick. By that time, the pain succeeds and it unfortunately becomes pleasurable. I don't know whether it is natural instinct or following suit, I begin to buck.
"Oh yes, Beastie dude," she says. "Fuck my hand pussy. Get it nice and wet for me."
I don't say a word. I just want to get this over with.
"I kind of wondering on how you are going to come. With your hand." She pauses. I feel a wet, warm texture leaking on my ass. "Or. Your…." She makes a huge thrust. "Ass."
I feel my toes curling. I am twitching. I can feel my dick releasing all of its contents into her hand.
"That's it," she says. "Release your milk. Let it out for me. Let it out. Pain, pain, fly away. pain , pain, fly away."
When my climax subsides, my penis returns back to normal. Never in mind am I displaying such guilt. I know I am being held hostage, but I got off to a person that wasn't my Raven. With my silence and my pants, I know that captor knows that I am thinking.
"Didn't it feel good, Beastie dude," says my captor.
I remain silent until I feel her hand entering my mouth. I am tasting foreign contents that is salty. Knowing immediately that it could have been my semen or fecal matter, I try to spit it out. However, she closes my mouth. I muffle in the possess.
"No, no, no," she scoffs. "This is your milk, your product. You must know how it tastes before receiving it to the world."
She grabs my throat. "Now swallow."
I refuse. She grips harder. "Swallow."
Knowing she has a firm grip on my throat, I follow her instructions and swallow my contents.
She claps. "Good boy, good boy." She pats my forehead before she walks away from me.
Is he ready, child.
I raise my eyebrow. There is another person in the room. However, I am quite familiar with the second voice. My stomach begins to churn.
"Yes, he is, ma'am," the captor tells the other person. "Yes he is, yes he is."
"Good, I vas quite vorried of your failures," says the other woman. "But it seems as though you have followed very vell."
She walks toward my directions. The pressure of her boots on my ass. "Is he ready?"
"Yes, ma'am," says the captor with much excitement in her voice. "Ready for your actions, ma'am."
"Good," says the other woman. "Get the device."
I hear the footsteps of the captor walking away, but I can now feel the presence of the other woman on top of me."
"Poor Beastie, Beastie," says the other woman. "Did you think you could get away from me that easily?"
I swallow nothing, except for those contents, but I remain silent.
She laughs. "Remain quiet for the vhile." She squeezes my cheeks. "You vill need to save your voice for me."
"Is the device ready," questions the other woman. You know what, I need to quit. I know who she is. I am acutely aware of who she is.
"Your Raven is a lucky girl," says the other woman. "But Madame Rogue is luckier."
I feel something grinding against my ass. "I vonder vho is better? Me or Raven. You be the judge." Then, she whispers in my ear.
Once you get a taste of Madame Rogue, there is no leaving. You are mine for the taking. Oui. Oui.