Yes, still here and not a day has gone by without my planning another piece in this story.
Chapter 5
I'd gotten the move perfectly; Full momentum down, slamming the heel of my foot into Barny's awaiting arm, my foot sliding off his arm, slamming into the ground from the force behind the kick, Me landing in a crouch and shooting back up to restart our combat. All completed in perfect Robin style, right down to the grunt of impact and growl of frustration.
My style was nearly fucken perfect, thanks to Cat. The girls, at least Cat, Stone, and Stars (our Starfire), had made it their mission to form me into the best damn female whore version of Robin that was possible. Most of their enthusiasm was just because this was something new and fun, but a portion of it came from Daimion's insistence. Cat's main contribution was providing the video tapes of Robin fighting. Technically she hadn't provided them; she'd made our other newbie look-a-like do it. The poor Raven look-a-like had been sent over to the same Robin-obsessed freak I'd been with once and told by Cat to give the guy a free hand-job in return for some of his tapes, or else Cat would make her come along on her next S&M assignment. Terra, in addition to commissioning my costumes, helped me with my character; having a split personality herself ensured that any advice coming from her on the topic was first-hand. Stars, our linguist, helped me with vocal inflection. Hands showed me a few discreet pressure points to make Slade come faster so I could get away from him that much faster. Goth, our genuine Australian Argent, gave me some tips on how young men behaved in sexual situations, Goth was a very open pedophile, it kinda freaked me out. Barny had been the best help, he was responsible for me mastering the acrobatic style boy-wonder was so known for. Barny rocks.
I felt more sure going into this session with Slade then I had any of the past ones.
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The Titans were hanging around the tower. Most of the new recruits had returned to their home bases but a few still remained: Speedy, Jericho, Aqualad and a couple others. The crime rate in Jump City had decreased to almost nil; both from the presence of the extra Titans and the lack of major meta-humans. The titans had just returned from hunting down some petty car thieves and were settling in to have a showdown of who was the best video gamer in the newly formed organization when the screen blacked out and an orange S appeared on the screen.
Robin was on his feet in an instant, Cyborg was working on tracking the signal, Jericho had gone slightly pale (a fact most of the other Titans seemed to miss). Far from the Titan Tower a five-year-old genius had hacked the incoming video and was calling his teammates to watch with him.
The Titans watched the screen fade into a scene of Robin fighting Slade in a warehouse. The original teens looked over at Robin then at each other; Robin was not suppose to fight Slade one on one, for his own sake. The fight on the screen continued; back and forth between the two, usual for a fight between these two. Then it changed, Robin attempted to land a kick on Slade's shoulder but Slade blocked it with his forearm, the blow was redirected to the ground. Robin recovered from the unexpected landing and lunged back at Slade, hooking two fingers under the chin of Slade's mask and planting his lips against the grates of the black and orange mask.
Beast boy's jaw dropped, Starfire cocked her head in confusion, Cyborg blushed, Aqualad's head tried to make him look away but his eyes stayed riveted on the screen, Raven's eyebrows went down, Jericho looked like he might have been denying what he was seeing but no sound was coming out, Robin's eyes widened, and Speedy doubled over laughing.
Miles away the Hive Five watched silently as Robin drug out the kiss, sliding his tongue over the mouth of the mask before jerking away and landing in a defensive pose, pulling out his bo staff, giving it a moment to extend, then announcing: "This time I will bring you down."
The scene faded out and the Titan Tower was left in near silence, near because Speedy was still laughing. Robin took a few deep breaths then spoke with absolute firmness.
"That was not me."
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I watched Slade finish up what ever he'd been doing on his computer.
The schedule for the night had gone as follows: Sparrow arrives (in costume), Sparrow pulls off convincing tired-of-bring-sexually-repressed Robin, Slade reacts, Sparrow gets ass-fucked, Slade leaves Sparrow on ground and begins to work on computer, Sparrow manages to get to her feet, Sparrow heads for pill and water glass, Sparrow mentally calls Slade a fucking horny pedophile with too much money, because he did not leave any pain reliever out with her cleansing pill, Sparrow heads for shower, Slade finishes with computer and looks pleased.
Fuck, he'd better be pleased, my ass just lost it's virginity.
I walked into the shower room and glared at the shampoo that I know is going to burn my scalp and eyes.
"Fucking little boy ass-loving..$&$ $ (&$$7$. AAHH."
I was caught off-guard in the middle of my tirade about Slade's preference, size and mental capabilities by said male's arm wrapping around my waist. Yes I'd slept with this man. Ok, yes, I'd gotten fucked by this man, but I'd never actually been naked in front of him and I'd always assumed that the shower was kinda' my private place. Being in a really bad mood I responded according.
"What the Fuck do you waAAA..OW!"
My eyes widened in pain as Slade shoved one well-lubricated finger into my rather sensitive ass.
"Do you MIND?"
I tried to move my hips away from him but he kept a firm hold around my waist. I growled as whatever the fuck he was using as lube came in contact with the raw flesh inside me.
Shit that stings!
Slade twisted the finger inside of me.
"The pill takes care of this," his hand tensed over my lower stomach, "the shower takes care of anything on the outside of your body, and this," he shoved his finger a little deeper, incase I didn't already know what he was talking about, "will take care of everything else."
I twisted in his grip.
"I could have done it my...AAHHH, FUCK!"
Slade second finger had joined the first and he scissored them inside me. He pulled them out and shoved me against the wall and turned to walk out.
"AND FUCK YOU TOO!!!" I shouted at his retreating back. "Ohhh shit that hurts." I whispered dropping to my knees.
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I was rather proud of myself, I'd managed to get back to Look-a-Likes in decent time, considering my condition. I made it up the stairs and into the public room the other whores and I used and collapsed on one of the available couches.
"Ow...fucken' ow."
Stars looked up from her magazine. "You've got the inflection wrong girl, and none of the teen titans swear."
I buried my face in the pillow and raised one hand in Star's direction flipping her off.
Hands grinned, "Sounds like someone got what they asked for and turns out they didn't like it."
I looked at Stone pleading for some sympathy then changed my mind as Stone looked back darkly. A portion of Stone's hair hung in front of her left eye signifying the absence of her lighter personality.
"Don't expect me to cuddle you and tell you everything will be alright until you come into this room in worst shape then her." Stone responded nodding her chin at Cat who had just entered.
Cat pulled off her mask and moaned in pleasure as the dried blood caused it to stick to her skin. Cat continued to moan and writhe as she made her way over to "her" chair and continued pressing on individual cuts and welts forcing just a bit more out of them as they were clotting up.
"That was sooo good." Cat whispered in a breathy voice.
I lifted my head and looked at the masochistic woman.
'That is so disturbing'
Cat paused in her acts of self-pleasure to look at Sparrow. "What happened to her?"
Hands looked at Cat, mentally estimating how many muscles the woman had pulled in her S&M session, "We're not sure she just got back."
Cat raised a questioning eyebrow at Sparrow. "Well?"
"I got..."
"NO." Cat stood up and looked down at Sparrow. "Never 'you', Robin." She smiled sadistically, "Tell us exactly what happened to the dear hero, start at the beginning and don't leave anything out."
I sighed in annoyance. "Fine."
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Robin was more apprehensive about this fight then he had been about any of his recent encounters with Slade. He felt off, as if part of him was questioning his want to fight. As if maybe some part of him wanted more then a fight, or less. It was all to confusing. The lock clicked and the door swung open. Party time.
There were times when Robin was fighting Slade where he could imagine that Slade was his trainer, mentor, lover. He'd dodge one of Slade's attacks and feel the brush of knuckles over his skin instead of the nerve-crushing punch it was intended to be, for that instant he'd fight the urge to lean into the touch, he'd block out any image of the man caressing his skin.
Robin craved this acceptance from Slade. He was certain that Slade wanted him, either as and apprentice of outright sexually, Robin wasn't sure of which, and wasn't certain of how far he'd let himself go to attain this acceptance. He found out in one sudden moment. Robin struck out attempting to land a blow that would have dislocated Slade's shoulder, had it landed. Slade blocked the blow with an upraised forearm, Robin's heel sliding off it and onto the floor, striking with the momentum meant for Slade. Robin realigned himself instantly and lunged upward, rather than retreating as was his norm. He hooked two fingers under the chin of Slade's mask and jerked the man's head down while rising up to meet it. The collision was almost violent; Robin struggled for the upper hand and pressed his lips against the grates of Slade's mask. Feeling Slade's hesitation Robin pressed forward crushing his lips on the cold metal and running his tongue along it, hoping for the taste of flesh.
At that point Robin learned exactly how far he would go to gain Slade's acceptance.
After a brief hesitation Slade was all action again, brushing off Robin's assault as if it had not occurred.
Robin was furious, he'd just kissed the man, how much farther did he need to go to prove that he wanted this? So he went farther. When he managed to get behind Slade he grabbed the man's ass, when he found his back held against Slade's chest he bucked his hips against Slade's groined, allowing a moan to escape his lips.
Robin had learned his limitation, or lack there of, now he learned Slade's.
He found his cheek pressed against the cold floor of Slade's lair; his knees slammed down and his ass presented in the air for the older man's convenience. As Slade flicked Robin's belt buckle open and yanked the boy's pants down around his knees Robin realized that, yes, there were some limits as to what he was willing to do for acceptance. Being on the receiving end of an ass-rape was one of them.
Robin began to fight as he heard the sound of another belt buckle being opened and quickly found himself efficiently pinned by Slade's knee on his green pants and an arm twisted behind the back. Robin lessened his struggles at the threat of shoulder dislocation but continued to try and find a way out.
This was not the reaction he'd hoped for, images of Slade and himself wrapped in black silk sheets flashed through his mind, he closed his eyes tightly trying to rid himself of the thought. Maybe if he'd been more prepared... That particular choice of words brought up images of Slade slowly pushing one well lubricated finger into his ass, letting him slowly adjust to the size then adding anoth...
Any thoughts about what he had wanted were driven from his mind as Slade, fully hard, shoved balls-deep into his virgin ass.
Robin choked on air; the scream he'd been expecting to come out didn't seem like enough to express the agony he was now in.
Slade moaned in pleasure at the stimulation provided by the tight passage.
Robin's breath shuddered as he inhaled. His eyes were wide behind his mask as his free hand clawed at the floor next to his head. His feet jerked convulsively as Slade yanked nearly out of the much smaller male. Robin caught his breath and screamed. As the gut-wrenching pain only intensified as Slade rammed back into him. Robin screamed till his throat was raw and the pain was still nothing in comparison. The steel toes of his boots grated against the cement floor as Slade set a pounding rhythm, not pausing even as he felt the boy's ass rip form the force.
Robin gasped and tried to lift his hips on one of Slade's pull backs, in an attempt to haul himself off Slade's erection. The older man wrapped his arm around the young man's waist yanking the kid closer using the blood as lube to make the rhythm easer. Any movement Robin made shot spears of agony through his gut.
Robin's screams faded into gasping whimpers as the pain from his arm, his throat and his ass melded into one presence of pain wracked his already bruised body.
Slade's fingers tightened brutally as the older man rammed into the boy hard enough to shove him to the ground. Slade continued fucking the boy, loving the feel of the young athlete's body taught and staining beneath.
Robin groaned in pain as Slade, fucking him from behind, slammed his hips against the stone floor. He shifted his body, trying to find the position where Slade's actions would cause minimal pain to his already abused ass.
Slade grunted his acknowledgement of the action and thrust his hips downward far enough for him to hear the slap of his hips against Robin's ass. Slade moaned softly as he climaxed inside the Boy Wonder. The villain tensed his muscles, that action and the though of what, and who, he'd just done marking this as one of the most satisfying fucks he'd ever had.
Now spent, Slade wasted no time "basking in the afterglow of his orgasm". He stood up briskly, resetting himself into a presentable state then walked toward the computer terminals across the room. Once before them he allowed himself a backward glance at the boy still curled in pain on the floor and permitted a cruel smile to pass behind his mask.
A.N. :I know nothing could have been worth that long of a wait, but the next chapter is written and should be up soon.