For Scarlet Emperor
Raven trailed past skyscrapers. Blackfire always had her sights set on her. While she was darting through the sky for her life, Blackfire practically swam through the air and made a game of it, flittering her fingers with plinking bolts.
She had lost track of her teammates. Blackfire couldn't care less about hers.
Raven knew in her heart she had been tricked.
She had been playing it defensively, using her shield to prevent Blackfire from damaging the city, but both flying and using her powers were adding up. Raven needed a change of plan.
Raven came to a stop, seemingly catching Blackfire off guard by landing atop a building still in construction. Her surrounding ball of black magic making sure her slow landing was safe.
Raven swallowed pensively.
As she let her protection fall, the atmosphere of howling wind ran over her body. She would have shivered if not for Robin's training kicking in; a look of grim determination held on her face.
Swooping in, a plasma covered uppercut ripped through the air, with Raven narrowly avoiding it, her chin up, her teeth clenched. Raven attempted to fly up for a quick advantage. "GRK!" But something had attached to her cape and nearly strangled her out cold by her hood. Raven grabbed for her throat, her flight's momentum springing her backwards violently before she was let go again. Using her outfit, she protected her bare legs from scraping against the harsh surface while landing on a single knee, the other raised, her balled fist helping enshroud herself, watching Blackfire land. Raven wasn't sure she wanted to fly or fight in that moment.
Blackfire stepped forward confidently, a sway in her hips that made Raven grind her teeth it was so obnxious and over the top. "You know, I'm glad we're the last ones left." Her nose lowered, her eyes slanting up menacingly. "I've had my eye on you for awhile."
"I don't... I don't..." Raven responded confused. She then shook her head. "No..." Raven's voice scratched out disgust at the idea.
"No, not like that." Blackfire pressed her fists into her hips, but threw out her hand dismissively. "I mean the way you're just so..." With a flick of her wrist, she sent some of her long black hair over her shoulder. "I kinda think you're full of yourself. And I-" She licked her teeth. "Think you need to be taken down a peg."
*PSHEW*
Before Raven could think that shot was even directed at her to try and dodge it, Raven realised she no longer had her feet on the ground, the roof crumbling beneath her.
Raven used this moment to her advantage, phasing through the floor, going several levels deep into the concrete structure. Raven wasn't sure where she was, nearly pitch black except a few cracks in the seams from the evening that sliced through, but Blackfire would have a tough time finding her - whichever floor she was on. Standing in settled dust, Raven found herself in a maze of cinder block walls and unfinished wooden frames. She had to watch her step, trying not to knock over tools and nearly bumping into a wheelbarrow full of still sealed bags of cement.
A flash of violet - those angled, cat like eyes in the dark, like a robot out to kill her.
Raven attempted to half run and half fly away, going from trampling feet to whizzing with her cloak flapping.
Blackfire had made herself into a projectile, colliding with her, the once sturdy walls coming down like a facade around the hole they made together, bursting out with a crackling that rained pebbles and soot into the alley beneath. Raven was rushed into a brickwork building across from the in-construction one, cratering it. She sneered from the pain. Barely able to open her eyes again.
"Azarath-"
"No you don't!" Blackfire brought her fist down with force into her abdomen, sending her head forward like she had experienced whiplash.
Raven's face was pure shock for a moment, before she slumped over Blackfire's shoulder, a lifeless puppet, at least for the moment. Raven could still think despite the debilitating punch. Raven worried about why Blackfire pulled it. She knew Blackfire was capable of worse.
Blackfire descended down from their newly created perch, Raven carried casually like she weighed nothing before being thrown like garbage against the slick asphalt. Hooking the backs of her ankles, Blackfire pulled her like farm equipment along the ground. A moan escaped Raven, letting Blackfire know she was still alive as she was dragged, the bleating of honks growing and growing. As she emerged, Blackfire tossed her neck both ways, spotting people, but more importantly, a captive audience. Behind a tall metal fence and a concrete barrier were people locked in heavy traffic before they could get onto a bridge, the slab curving upwards, another to it's side, acting as an overpass to another lane.
The people on the sidewalk didn't know how to react. Some ran. Some threw Blackfire questions she ignored.
Taking up position underneath a streetlight, she dropped Raven again, her thick thighs flopping like a dead fish. Blackfire then got atop Raven, examining the empath face to face, the girl seemingly no worse for wear. She even noticed Raven's nose wrinkle just a little bit, as if trying to play possum. Blackfire crushed the ruby embedded in gold that held up her cloak, then threw it into the street. Despite it's rips and tears, it floated in the air like a ghost for a moment before laying completely flat, the hood sticking up like a person's head was still in it. Cars slowed or swerved trying to avoid it, but eventually the dark blue attire was full of skidmarks.
The removal of her hood made her feel oddly vulnerable, Raven no longer having that sense of being a superhero in that moment. As she bound her legs together to hide how exposed she felt, Raven huffed out while feeling her midsection collide softly against the knee of Blackfire, her stomach feeling bruised. Raven drooped, arms limp, looking utterly defeated.
Like a pair of balloons tied at the hip, her ass stuck out well past the now wedgied bit of black leotard, looking impressive. A layer of sweat made her grey cheeks look absolutely succulent, especially as the streetlight above shimmered off it. Blackfire adjusted the already wedged material. Yanking it up, Blackfire flossed it between her asscheeks and turning her leotard into a thong. "HUP!" Raven's eyes shot up, her breath catching in her throat at the feeling.
Blackfire wanted to make her target area as wide as possible.
Blackfire didn't account for the size of her hand not being adequate enough. As she grasped for Raven's globes, the flesh bounced back against her palm, making Blackfire have to resize her hand to even get a firm grasp into them. Raven was softer down here than she was expecting. Blackfire's tongue pressed against the back of her teeth, her eyes lowering, a sense of ownership. "Unf...!" She practically growled from deep in her throat. "The guys at the tower must love seeing this."
Retracting her hand, Blackfire nearly giggled to herself, knowing that Raven had no idea what was about to happen.
*BAM*
"EEP!" Raven jolted with a rough sounding shriek. "Blackfire, what are you-"
*KER-KLAM*
Raven jumped. Or would have, if not for the resting hand on her shoulderblades keeping her in place. It was like a wet towel across her backside, but sounded like thunder and felt like lightning. Raven kicked and flailed, as if annoying Blackfire to death would get the situation she was in to stop.
*WHAP*
"Errrr! I'll make you PAY for this!" Raven's tough words launched over a gritting set of teeth. The soft and pliable buttocks folded into Blackfire's slap. Shunted forward nearly entirely off the smooth knee of Blackfire, the alien girl readjusted Raven, making sure there'd be no chances for any sudden escapes. The smarting area was less affected this time, but it still didn't feel good to receive it.
*SNAP SNAP SNAP*
Blackfire started up a rhythm, delivering a few more solid blows like this. "Ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-" Raven groaned pathetically with every smack, her scratchy voice an understatement of the pain she was feeling. Her normally solid complexion was starting to turn a darker shade, particularly in the shape of her hand, but as she delivered more and more, it turned into a more distributed cloud shape of almost bruising abuse.
*CRACK*
A resounding wallop that sent Raven into a bit of hysterics. Raven tried to reach back to cover up her sore booty, but Blackfire shooed them away. "Ow ow ow ow!" Another attempt to crawl away, but Blackfire just nudged her knee upwards, which had Raven sliding down again, ready for another, which Blackfire fulfilled happily.
*PLAP, PAT*
Blackfire slowed up her strikes a little, giving Raven a bit of a break. Her skin had dried off a bit, and now goosebumps were forming, giving each of her bouncy silver buns the tactile feel of a basketball in her hand, which made Blackfire want to play with/punish Raven's butt even more.
*WHACK*
The cracking skin to skin contact was starting to draw attention. Raven could see it. Raven could hear cars come to a screeching stop just a few feet away. Vines of hair whipped against her forehead everytime she was blasted forward by the powerful hand. Her vision splintered through a bead of sweat, barely able to keep her eyelids open, trying not to look anyone in the crowd that had collected in the eye. She was sure she had saved some of these people, and now here she was, over the knee of a villain and being punished for...
Raven still wasn't even sure what she had done to deserve this.
Blackfire looked as smug as a porn star as she soothed Raven's welted ass with a kneading, watching more and more of the gathering collect. "Your adoring public has shown up little Raven - but do you think they'll still respect you in the morning?" Blackfire shimmied her head back and forth, her hair splashing about as she talked down to Raven.
Oh god...
News crews
'It's an evolving story here on the corner of eighth and tenth. Tensions have apparently boiled over so badly that, what started as a standard slugfest through the city, has turned into something far more cruel. Yes, THEE Raven of the Teen Titans is currently undergoing corporal punishment for what one can only assume is a result of the team's war on crime. Police have acknowledged the current situation, but have refused to comment any further'
Raven watched as a a police barricade was being setup to cordon off the people, the mass starting to look like a concert, moving in an unsteady waviness.
A stir that turned into a quiet murmur, even from where they were situated, but Raven couldn't make out the words. 'Oh god... what were they thinking? What were they saying?' Raven experienced vertigo, the world around her spinning, the camera flashes like starlight, coming in then quickly fading before several others erupted in the same fashion.
*WHAM*
Raven squirmed, her face turning into a wince. Raven had finally gotten her second wind, kicking the air, clawing for Blackfire's hair. They struggled, like two sisters wrestling. A familiar experience to Blackfire, an activity she usually won at. Blackfire's cool and calm approach quickly fell away, feeling like the situation she was in was tenuous if she couldn't corral Raven in time.
*CLAP*
"Stop! Blackfire, stop! PleeAaaAaase..." Raven puffed like she had run a marathon. "Haw-haw-haw-" Raven couldn't believe how she was sounding.
Her mouth clicked and her eyes rolled. "Tch, oh stop your whining." Blackfire wobbled one cheek, then moved to the other. "Just admit it: You LOVE the attention, don't you?"
Blackfire paused, surveying the crowd, spotting a male in particular. Blackfire gave a regal point towards him that turned into a rapidly curling finger, making sure he understood to come on over.
With a moptop of rusty orange hair, he jumped the guard rail, still a little confused as he approached the situation, but despite being up there, he felt more like a stagehand than a performer. 'Me?' He mouthed and Blackfire gave a firm nod of approval. The scene was strange. He never would have thought Raven end up like this. Where were the other Titans to help her anyway?
Blackfire leaned back, presenting up Raven on a silver platter to the stranger. "Go ahead." He almost asked 'what', but then her eyes shifted down to Raven's bottom.
He cupped Raven's ass, feeling up the more tenderized areas. It was like a dream come true. Like a pair of pillows he could sleep on, and he about just asked Blackfire if he could. Using a finger, he toyed with her by reaching underneath her cheek and then bumped it up and down on a single finger, as if measuring the weight. Letting go, he gave her a really light tap. "Just remember: This is a once in lifetime offer..."
He thought about it.
Raising his hand high to the sky, he brought down his hand like he were hitting a big red button. Glancing off, her ass rippled. Raven let out a quiet 'YIPE', her shoulders stiffening. Blackfire's eyelids shot up and then fell back down, half-lidded with an alluring catlike smirk.
"Ooooohohohooo~..." Blackfire breathily chuckled to herself. "Very good." She then waved him off. "You may go now."
Raven couldn't believe it. Someone from Jump City had just assaulted her! The city she protected! She tried to get a good look at her assailant, but Blackfire coddled her like a baby about to fall off her lap and Raven got nowhere once again.
Blackfire watched the cute stranger disappear into a crowd of his friends. "Maybe I should charge tickets. What do you think?" Blackfire looked up, imagining it. "Come one, come all, to slap the fattest ass on Earth!"
"Mrrrrrgh..." Raven whined into her throat, wanting to cover up her face. She really still wasn't sure if what Control Freak and Mad Mod got her up to were worse.
The night dragged on, Blackfire seldomly taking breaks. Raven's resolve quickly faded, now barely reacting unless Blackfire really tried to drive one out of her.
"Uuf." Raven was dumped, but Blackfire offered her a hand. She took it, but Raven snapped at herself internally, wondering why she just did that. Standing fully up again, Raven nearly collapsed, the full scope of what Blackfire had done to her coming into focus from her radiating bum, all the nodes contacting her brain like little pins stabbing at once. She bent over in a hunch like she had a medical problem with her back. Raven ran her hands over them like they were dough, squishing and folding her cheeks, wishing she could stretch her neck to blow cold air on them, while Blackfire began to tap her foot with impatience.
"You're fine. Come on." Blackfire lead Raven down a zigzagging path of irregularly parked cars, their occupants having been moved to behind the police line. Raven moved with an obedience that hadn't been there earlier, though she still looked unsure about doing what Blackfire was leading her into. Still. She hid behind Blackfire, the pit in her stomach growing whenever she caught a glimpse of the gawkers. 'God, stop acting like a child, Rae!'
Blackfire motioned to a red sports car with it's top down. Blackfire just nudged her chin upwards, that ever-present confident half-grin on her face as the docile and wide eyed Raven did as instructed.
Hands planted first, she already felt like one of those slutty girls in a car magazine, as she realised quickly how embarrassing this was already. Hiking up her knee, then the other. "Hunh!" Raven paused. She could hear the top of the hood crumple underneath her body weight. She touched her side, the taut material of the leotard not outlining any obvious fat. Raven still worried about her diet and thought about what she could cut out, but her vision froze upon the crowd between her thighs, staring at her wide open spread.
Blackfire fondled in a more aggressive manner now before giving them a groping squeeze like they were a pair of melons. "Isn't it just one of the most succulent looking asses you've ever seen?" It started as a few masculine voices going 'yeah', then cascaded into hoots and hollers, rolling into the sound of clapping and even some feminine voices cheering in agreeance. Blackfire then pulled Raven apart, showing off that thin flossy line that separated Raven from total exposure to the crowd.
Blackfire quieted her voice. "Maybe I should tear it open and show them everything."
Raven froze up, stammering into her chest. "Y-y-you wouldn't dare..."
Blackfire checked out her surroundings, reading the visible hunger in the gathered crowd as they clawed their hands through the fence holes and sometimes shook it. "I don't know... I might have to use you to save myself... some of these guys look like they could turn feral any moment." Blackfire gnashed her teeth to the paparazzi, talking through them to Raven. "Besides, you're not a virgin... not with a body like this..."
Raven was gonna deny Blackfire's accusation, but she wasn't sure if she'd come off more pathetic than she already seemed. She bit her lip instead. While staring over her shoulder back to Blackfire, eye smooshed closed near the car wipers, a new tingling sensation started from her toes and worked their way up to her head, causing her to blush.
A couple of spanks later, Raven's own bubbly butt seemed to lean into her hand rather than shy away. The tamaranean only noticed when Raven wasn't exactly making 'hurt' noises anymore. "Ahn... aaahn..."
Blackfire sunk her teeth into her lowerlip, stroking Raven's sore backside. "Ooooooo~, you're a painslut."
Raven's voice came out more breathy with every slow caress. "I'm... I'm not..."
Blackfire hiked the leotard up, stretching it to its limits, and her argent colored ring peeked out from the sides; Raven's puffy pussy lips could be easily seen in the dark outline. Blackfire wrenched it, slipping and sliding it across the dark spot that had formed on her crotch, getting more and more damp, yet moving sharply from the slickness that poured from her nethers. Raven couldn't hold back, moaning in little squeaks. "You want mOoOooOore?" Blackfire taunted, her voice wavering as she watched with an enticed thrill as she turned Raven's juices into a full blown gusher.
"Yes... yeeeeesss!" Raven croaked loudly, the mob jeered with catcalls and whistles in response.
"Well too bad!" Blackfire slid Raven over the smooth surface, the harsh landing of flesh meeting street reminding Blackfire of some of the contracted jobs she had committed in the past. Tossing some hair of her right ear, she blew some stuck dark strands off the left side of her lip, looking at the rabble with disgust.
Humans...
The building was finally constructed.
A bronze plaque was emblazoned with a message from it's famous... or infamous, donor. "Sorry about the hole I made; have two more on me!"
And sticking out from that hole in the wall was Raven.
Or at least her lower half.
Her chapped cheeks were on full display. Underneath it were the soles of her feet pointed upwards, toes curled, a lighter shade of grey than the rest of her body on them. A capped marker on a string swung nearby, a recent visitor. The dark ink had been used to spell out 'spank' on her left and 'me' on her right. Old tally marks had started to fade on her left, and a fresh set of crossed lines had begun on the other. Despite how much she had been used, her lips were still tightly closed together, a dollop of white cream excreting, only visible if you got up close and personal with it.
But her asshole was completely gaped, the orifice now existing only as a second pussy. Though you couldn't see her face, you were always reassured she was alive when the hungry looking hole swallowed for air, particularly when she could sense male hormones nearby.