My dearest Raven, if I can tell you my deepest thoughts. If I can tell you more than what comes from my lips. The same lips that has become acquainted with your lips. The same lips that tells the true feelings of Garfield Mark Logan. The same lips that wants to take you to many dimensions of this multi-faceted world. The same pair of lips that wants to taste your spirit. Raven, the very day you entranced me into your world was the day I couldn't believe such peace was possible. It was more than the mood-altering candles and the trance music and the pillows and the entanglement of one's flesh. It felt like the closest to an out of body experience. Astrally projecting into a region where there is unity between you and me, Beast Boy and Raven, Rachel and Garfield. Meshing with one another until there is a place where there is no place and time. A place I often dream in my dreams. There is more than nestling in my box when I sleep. I think of you, Raven. I think of the plans we can spend together. My intellect isn't the greatest, but nothing defines love than the languages it produce. Your touch, your taste, your smell, your sight, and your hearing. Just edible you are as I embellish myself into your bosom, enveloping me and swallowing me whole, my dearest Raven. Despite the rejections, the abuse, the chagrins I have given you, you still gave me a chance. When I am wrapped around your cloak, I know you believe me. I know you want me as much as I want you, my dearest Raven. These lips doesn't want just your body, it wants your everything.
But, alas, these same pair of lips I have spat my true feelings also have said some lies as well. These same pair of lips have tasted others. Impacting the buds that has maintained in my data banks for quite some time. It is long lasting, lingering like a cold breeze on a spring morning; or snow caps in the mountainous desert. Effects that leaves you a reminder of your troubled past. My dearest Raven, when we made love into moonlight, tasting each other, sinking in the covers and allowing me permission to take your body. We were in sync, I can never forget it. However, lingering thoughts remained when I enter your cavern. Lingering thoughts remain when I called your Christian name. Even as I release my progeny within you and hopefully your womb happily welcome them, lingering thoughts remain.
For you are not the first girl that I have said these kinds of things. Unlike that girl, my love for you, I mean it. Just like that lingering aftertaste in my mouth, it doesn't want to leave.
And Laura is making sure I will never forget the sultry, argumentative, passionate, decrepit past we once shared. A past that is hidden within that I try my best to not lament. But, just like you, my dearest Raven, Laura doesn't forget about what I given to her. What Laura wants, she will get. Laura has a history of not letting go. No, no, let me take that back. Laura is relentless, never letting go until she has full control of you. I wanted Laura and I to end and I made it so.
But just because I make it an ending doesn't mean it is her ending. For some, this era is the beginning or the middle. Be as it may, the ending is far from Laura DeMille.
Hearing Madame Rogue's sultry voice reminds me of our past we once shared. Her hot breath lingering in the back of my neck. Her natural purring she gives when she is aroused. I call her a firecracker. She is ready to blow and I have yet discovered who has set the fuse.
But, it now rest in the powers that be.
The instrument sits at the entrance of my cavern. She is persistent, being very delicate as I grit my teeth to fight the pain. I shouldn't be surprised of what is to come to my delicate body. As a superhero, you should be familiar to abiding to a threshold of pain. Her fingers make light scrapes around my ass, grips it tightly. She lets out another chuckle. Then, a slap. Then, another slap.
I hear it, I feel it. I am silent. I refuse to give her the satisfaction she wants to hear. I refuse to enter her equation of her insatiable lust.
"Aw, poor Beastie dude is resisting, boss," cries the other woman. "Should I help to get his mind correct?"
"No," spits Madame Rogue. "It is his game, silly girl."
I feel her hovering over me, touching the lobe of my ear. "Just like ve used to play, right, my green goblin?" She takes a bite of my lobe before resuming to spank my ass.
Slap
I resist.
Slap
I fight the pain. The laughter of the other woman and the slapping of Madame Rouge is relentless. I keep silent, for it is the power of my Raven that is keeping me strong. The power of my dignity that is keeping me afloat. I may be weak in some things: intellect, love, hygiene. Okay, I need improvement, but the point is that I been in pain and this is minute to what Laura is doing to me. The brunette Frenchwoman wants and loves seeing broken men. It is a pastime for her. And I will be damned if I were to be added to her infamous roster.
"Stop resisting," she says. "I know your villpower, Beast boy." She cackles. "You make me think on how ve used to be, foolish child."
It is not long where she stops the slap. It radiates around me, but I keep my composure. Without warning, she enters the instrument into my cavern. It is surprising, clenching my teeth and tucking in my eyes. I feel it as it goes deep into my ass. It senses is stronger because I can't see my surroundings. With my hands bound, I am in her bidding. I take sharp breath, but refuse and I mean refuse to let her have control of me.
We may have been a thing, Laura, but Raven is much better than you. Unlike you, she has one thing that overpowers you.
"And that thing is compassion? Isn't it, child." My smiles drops when she spits those words.
"Boy, boy, boy," she says as she continues to thrust. "Just simple mind you are. I know you like a book and these candid dreams of resistance is honestly uncanny and funny, boy." She makes strong strokes. She uses her free hand to caress my erect dick.
"I am honestly glad your son is honest," she purrs. "Your dick can never forget Laura, oui?"
I keep silent. Then, I feel another slap.
"She asked you a question, you bitch," says the other woman. "Boss, can I please have a stab at him? His attitude is pissing me off."
"Relax, girl," says Madame Rouge. "I am used to this. This is foreplay to me. Foolish boy knows he could never resist me. Give it some time, girl. He vill come around. I know him like I know his thoughts, his wants, his needs, and his desires."
She returns to thrusting her hips as she continues fucking me. Feeling my insides with this object is unbearing. It is not long until I feel the fluids leaking from my ass. It is hot and it treads down my legs. I thankful that the blindfold is covering and absorbing my tears. I hold my tongue through the pain. My thoughts are on Raven. And knowing for my Raven, she is looking for me along with the other Titans. Like footsteps in the sand, the path is being set and I just fight through the pain until the trouble ends.
"Because trouble don't last always, right foolish boy," she purrs as she slaps my ass. "Foolish child, predictable you are. Like I said, I know you." I hear her make a snap to the other girl. "You see this blood on his leg?"
"I do, he is like a girl," she says with laughter.
"Come and get a taste of his broken innocence."
I feel the touch of another hand around the fluids I learn it is blood.
"Taste like weakness," says the other woman.
"Oui, oui," says Madame Rouge. "He will be broken in time." She goes back to slapping my ass. "Now, time to get serious."
Her paces get stronger. I am getting out of breath. She is going in and out of my body and I am still keeping myself from swallowing my tongue.
"Give it to me, you bitch."
"Take my dick, take my dick."
"Vho said you could leave me."
"There is no leaving Madame Rogue."
"Vhat I vant, I vill get."
"My love is filled with hate."
"I vill get my fill."
"Now come like the bitch you are."
Each thrust, each comment begins to give me a hazy feeling. I can no longer withstand the pain.
"Stop," I scream to her with much force I can take.
"There it is," she says. "At some point, your cute face vas going to say something."
She continues thrusting.
"I vant to hear more of your cries. Cry for me. Cry for me."
"Stop," I tell her.
"That is it, cry, cry, cry," she shouts in laughter.
"Stop, Madame Rouge, stop," I tell her pleadingly.
"No, I von't stop, I can't stop," she tells me. "Your body is too good. I should've fucked you like this a long time ago." She begins stroking my dick. "Release that useless sperm from your useless dick. And that is an order!"
She keeps going for my ass. I am hearing the laughter of the other woman. I am getting out of breath and I cry out once more before I release my seed.
"There it goes," says the other woman. "It is like a fountain as much as he is spraying."
I continue spurting until there is nothing more. I can feel Madame Rouge shiver as well. She, too, have climax as I feel more juices entangling with my blood.
"That vas amazing," she purrs before kissing me on my ass.
I am out of breath. I feel embarrassed as I lie in the fluids of her juices, my blood, and my semen.
"That is enough for now," says Madame Rouge. "But, I am far from finished with him. Harley, I can trust you to clean him up and get his cell ready?"
"Yes, boss," responds the woman I should have known to be as Harley Quinn.
"I am going for a smoke," says Madame Rouge. "When you are finished setting him up, come and see me. I have some unfinished business with you."
"Yes, boss," reply Harley Quinn.
"As for you, Beast Boy," Madame Rouge tells me with sternness. "I am far from finished with you. We have much, much unfinished business with each other. You broke my heart and I am going to make sure you return everything with interest." She walks forward. I hear her footsteps and then she grabs my chin. "You belong to me, you fucking insect. That vile Raven doesn't know how to handle my toys."
She kisses me on the cheek before slapping my face. "Now, take him to his cell," she commands to Harley Quinn.
Harley Quinn helps me from the floor. I feel her cutting the bounds from my feet. "Let's go, Beastie dude." She slaps my ass as I follow her to our destination. "Knowing for the boss, that smoke is going to take a while." She grips my ass. "I think she doesn't mind me checking out the merchandise."