Raven's chest heaved as Starfire approached. This cruel mockery of her best friend, grinning wickedly as she stroked her shaft. This wasn't fair...why her? Hadn't she suffered enough? Born through rape and evil, feared all her life, never allowed a true happy moment, betrayed by her friends, and now THIS?!
It was more then Raven could bear. Yet what could she do? She couldn't hurt Starfire...not Starfire...it...it wasn't...it wasn't Starfire. As that information clicked into place, a grin spread across Raven's face. It wasn't Starfire. It was some fake that sick bastard had created. Well...she could be sick too.
Starfire paused, confused. "What is so amusing?" she demanded. Raven looked at her. "This," she replied, summoning her power. Not the violent dark energy that she used to lift, rip, and what have you. No, Raven accessed her ability to manipulate emotions. A power that couldn't be stopped.
Starfire suddenly felt a pang of sheer terror. Yet at the same time, her cock remained rock hard. Whimpering, Starfire backed away from Raven, masturbating the whole time. "S...stop! You...you cannot do this! You are not allowed!" the alien shouted. Raven laughed maniacally. "Who's going to stop me?" she demanded.
Ssakick monitored the events. Not what he was expecting...but perhaps...it could be useful. Perhaps he would observe just how twisted Raven could become. She could be used to gain even more sex slaves. Why settle for one when he could have as many as he desired? And this would be such an amusing way to gain them! Either way, Raven would remain his slave. Whether or not she was used for pleasure...that was his choice. |