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Savage Captivity	By : DrunkenSailor Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Crossovers > Het Views: 16129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Darkness was her prison now, yet it brought no comfort to her. Raven tried to repeat her mantra in her mind, holding on to it to try and keep her mind together. Trying to say it out loud was impossible, and she had stopped trying. The thick gag filling her mouth made her attempts at prayer into a muffled mockery that only reminded her more of her shameful imprisonment. Worse, the phallic rubber pressed back into her mouth, holding her tongue down and sealing the taste of him in.

The Titan cringed at the memory, tears fighting to flow from her eyes. It was impossible to know how long he had held her bound there, raping her mouth. Trapped in the dark like this, unable to move, it was hard to keep her mind from going back to her violation, making her relive the feeling of his massive shaft pumping into her mouth, his rough, ancient hands exploring her body like no man had before. She shivered in her prison, mentally reliving the horror of having him thrust deep into her throat. He had held himself there as she struggled for air, her channel spasming around him, gagging. And as he had he had gripped her nipple between thumb and forefinger. With all the enemies she’d fought, the evil and vile things they had tried, she doubted she had ever experienced the kind of torture Vandal Savage had been able to inflict using only his fingers and fingernails on her delicate nipple. He had held her there, casually torturing her, letting her breathe only enough to remain conscious as she twisted about in her bonds, suffering under his practiced touch, until he had finally exploded in her mouth, filling her with his seed. He had held her then, keeping himself in her, stroking her hair while she was forced to swallow it all down.

Raven shook her head, trying to stand up straight, not that the bonds holding her gave her much choice. She was in some sort of prison. She had to think, to listen, and to move past the violation and think of how she could get free. She closed her eyes, taking measured breaths as best she could. The walls were wood, but very thick. Just outside, she thought she could hear her captor’s voice. Savage… and one other.

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“So as you can see, this would be a mutually beneficial arrangement.” Savage leaned back casually in his chair, watching the large flat panel display floating above his desk. The image smiled back, but the eyes were narrow. The two exchanged the pleasant smiles of two villains who shared a mutual understanding that neither could be fully trusted.

“You seem to have a sound plan, Savage. But then, that is what you are known for after all.” Brother Blood watched Savage carefully, trying to read him. “I find myself almost honored to have the Hive in a position to offer such fundamentally needed aid.” He enjoyed this sort of positioning game, two intellectual giants, both unscrupulous, both with plans of domination, playing to see how the other’s plans could benefit them.

“Indeed you are.” Savage answered. “In your time you’ve been quite successful. I’ve seen your operatives in action, and let me say that I was impressed. And you also have direct experience in dealing with some of the guaranteed opposition.”

Blood nodded, his grin broadening. For all his genius, Savage had met his kind before. Perhaps, generations ago, he had been that kind himself. Blood was an egomaniac, in love with the spotlight. He called the Hive his academy, but in his hands it was more of a cult devoted to him. Flattery could get you everywhere with such a man, but he was still too intelligent to fall for false platitudes. “Yes, we do.” Blood answered. “And if I may be so bold, what experience do you have in fighting the Titans?”

Vandal stood, his eyes meeting Blood’s. “I was waiting for you to ask.” He answered with a smile that made Blood’s interest peak.

Savage turned, stepping to a large armoire that rested on the wall behind him, walking past trophies of his earlier days, maps that sowed his previous empires and conquests. The view screen turned to follow his motions, as did Brother Blood’s curious eyes. Savage looked back, reaching up, and opening the armoire with a flourish.
“Oh my…” was all Blood could say at first.

Inside, Raven stood on her toes, trussed up tightly. She looked up at the image of the Titans nemesis, her eyes wide at first, then narrowing hatefully. He in turn looked over her captive form, making no effort to hide his lust. The gothic heroine was held to the wall, her power-stealing leather collar clipped in place, twin cuffs on her ankles holding them shoulder width apart and forcing her to stay on the balls of her feet. Her arms were pulled behind her severely, held inside a black leather and lace decorated armbinder that forced her elbows together, making the young titan push her marvelous chest out. A black lace babydoll decorated her beautiful form, the bra forming her breasts beautifully, the lace flowing around her to her small waist. Black lacey panties barely concealed her, high cut and much like her suit, leaving her exquisite legs bare.

Raven seethed, biting down hard on her gag, her eyes glaring at Blood, furious that another man, let alone one so vile, could see her like this. The look only seemed to make Blood grin further. Vandal ran his fingers along her shoulder, sending a chill through his captive that made her twist in her bonds. His finger found a chain running down from the front of her collar, leading to a leash handle that had been tucked into her cleavage. He pulled it out, drawing a cringe from Raven as he did, and pressed a button hidden behind the prison that held his toy in place. He pulled on the short leash, and Raven was forced to stumble out of the armoire, her arms still bound tight, her furious and frightened gaze shifting between the two villains.

“As you can see,” Vandal guided Raven in front of him, pulling her back against his body, his arms on her shoulders as he showed her to Blood. “I have a little experience with the Titans myself. And,” his hands flowed down, cupping Raven’s breasts, lifting them. She tried to yell into the gag, twisting as he molested her, shooting a hateful look up at him that dissolved into a cringe as he squeezed her. “… I have my own ideas on how to handle them.”

Blood smiled, but found it impossible to take his eyes off the captive girl before him, watching as Vandal pinched her nipples, making her eyes shoot back open in horror.

“I’m in.”

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Raven felt a chill run through her as Savage signed off of the call. The horrible man leaned back in his chair, looking up at her, making a blush reach her cheeks as his eyes explored her bound, lingerie clad body.

“That takes care of business, little bird. And what a successful business day it was.” He reached up, and Raven’s eyes widened as he grabbed her leash, pulling her to him, her feet stumbling in the tiny hobble chain. He tugged, bending her over and looking into her eyes. She felt her gaze trapped by his, her own eyes wide, nervous. “Great things are in the works my dear. And you are at the center of it.”

The change in his eyes made a shiver of fear shoot down Raven’s spine. “But right now, you have other responsibilities.” He gave a sharp tug on her leash, and Raven found herself falling. Savage caught her, bending her across his lap, pushing her bubbley ass into the air. She started to struggle, but her captor put one hand on her back, easily holding her down. “First we need to prepare you.”

Raven was terrified of what that could mean, but she found out quickly as his hand came down hard on her shapely bottom, spanking her. She gasped, groaning into the gag, eyes wide as a feeling of shame shot through her. Another sharp sting hit her cheek, and he began repeating the strikes swiftly, painfully, making her jump and cry with each one.

She shook her head miserably, eyes closed tight, tears flowing. He was spanking her! Spanking her like a disobedient child… and it hurt! She tried to kick, tried to squirm, biting down so hard on the phallic gag that reduced her cries to mewling moans. Tears welled in her eyes as Savage cheerfully turned her pale skin red, savoring the feel of her soft wriggling body in his lap. His toy might be a Titan, but she was also a teen, and had no idea how to cope with what was being done to her, how he had so completely upended her life. He smiled, finally stopping the spanking, leaving her sobbing in his lap, his hand caressing her curves, drawing strangled whimpers from her.

His next words made a chill run down her spine.

“Let’s move somewhere more comfortable.”

He stood her up, then led her out of the room, making her follow at the end of the leash. Raven took small steps, her feet hobbled by the six inch chain, each step bringing pain from her abused bottom.

As he her out of the room, Raven got her first look at where she was. Other then the two rooms she had seen, she had either been unconscious or blindfolded when moved. What she saw now made stop in awe. She was in a gothic castle, the main hall surrounding her, dark and foreboding, a look she had always loved. She looked around, amazed, seeing the ancient tapestries and murals that decorated the old castle walls.

“I had it created in the thirteen hundreds.” he said, pulling her close, holding her shoulders as he looked over a tapestry depicting a great battle of the middle ages. “I took the land from the previous baron, and had his own castle torn down to build my own. It’s far more defensible, you’ll find. And I’m going to be making improvements.” His hands slid down Raven’s arms, and he leaned down, whispering into her ear. “I took his daughter for my own. Perhaps some of the toys that she screamed too are still here.” Raven shuddered, feeling ill as he stroked her skin.

Savage guided her around to the stairs, smiling as she realized the hobble chain wouldn’t let her climb them normally. She looked to him angrily, then yelped as he swatted her bottom, making her jump. Glaring, she tried to meet his gaze, seeing only his lustful, sadistic eyes. He grabbed her shoulders suddenly, turning her to face the stairs, and gave her another cruel spank on her abused bottom. She yelped, but then felt her heart sink as she got the message. Hanging her head in shame, her cheeks red, she moved shuffled closer to the stairs. Then, feeling ashamed, she hopped up onto it.

Vandal drank in his captive’s humiliation, even as he enjoyed the sight of her bound form, her breasts bouncing with the motion. He swatted her ass again, drawing a mewl from the beautiful girl, pulling on the leash to slowly guide her as she hopped up the stairs.

Finally he brought her to a pair of ornately carved doors. Raven stared at them hatefully, her heart hammering, her breath coming quickly from the exertion of climbing. Savage smiled, stepping to the side as he pushed the doors open.

“My Lady, your chambers.”

Raven looked into the room in shock. It was huge. A giant four post canopy bed stood in the middle, oaken and beautifully worked, with crimson sheets. The furniture all around was gorgeous, from the Victorian era desk to the dressers… and Ravens’ heart sank again as she recognized other items of furniture who’s use was made obvious by leather cuffs or chains.

Savage used the leash to pull her into the room, watching her as he guided her to the foot of the bed. She whimpered as he pulled her close, beginning to feel even more helpless, even more exposed. He pushed her to the front, her thighs against the footboard, and brought her leash up to the canopy, making her strain and clipping it in place so she was left balancing on her toes. She trembled, trying to keep her footing, trying to fight back tears as she heard her captor undressing behind her.

“You’re such a beautiful girl, little bird.” His voice was deep, commanding and lustful. The tone alone sent a shiver down her spine. Worst of all, she found a certain part of her mind responding to it. She moaned into the gag, biting down, trying to quiet that part.

“Just looking at you is… inspiring.” He was behind her now. She whimpered as his hand cupped her hip, sliding over her pale skin. “And while we must wait until the time is right before I can fully have you…” he leaned in, running his fingers through her hair. Raven felt her heart hammering in her chest “There are still ways I can enjoy you.”

He stepped back then, suddenly. Raven opened her eyes, not even realizing that she had had them shut. She shivered, starting to look back, and then she heard the sound of something slicing through the air. The crop landed with a snap across her ass, making the bound girl scream into her gag, rising up further on her toes as she howled in sudden agony. Behind her Savage smiled broadly as he took the crop to his toy’s lovely bottom, torturing her, making her dance in pain for him. For Raven it was sheer agony as the leather punished her already soar cheeks. She shook her head, tears finally breaking free from her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she wept.

Savage stepped up behind her, grabbing her hair, pulling her head back to look down at his crying plaything. “There we are, little bird.” He smiled, caressing her beaten ass, then grabbed ahold of the black lace panties, tearing them off of her. Raven screamed as the lace bit into her skin, pulling against her sex before ripping free, leaving her with only the babydoll lingerie to act as clothes.

With a purposeful motion Savage unclipped the leash, grabbing Raven and throwing her down onto the bed. She tries to get up, but he was on her immediately. With a deft motion he removed the hobble chain, and then his body was on top of her, large and muscular, powerful, pinning her petite form down to the sheets. He took her hips, pulling them back so that she was kneeling with her head down. Both hands grabbed her ass, clenching tightly the skin he had been abusing, and Raven’s eyes shot wide as he spread her cheeks. And then she could feel the head of his shaft there, pressing against her backside, hard and hot. New tears came as he held her, letting the depths of her situation sink in. And then he thrust in.

It was agony. Raven screamed, her back arching as he began to force his massive length into her abused ass. She tried desperately to squirm away, but he just held her tight, slowly forcing more and more of himself into her impossibly tight channel.

She tried to fight, to squirm away, to do anything, but there was nothing she could do except to sob and cringe as inch by horrid inch of him was forced into her. It felt like he was splitting her apart. And then he stopped for a moment, pausing to let her catch her breath before thrusting in deeply, forcibly.
Raven’s voice echoed off the walls, even muffled by the gag as she howled in pain. Savage took firm hold of her, one hand clutching her thigh, the other her throat as he road her bucking form, using her, enjoying the rewards of his carefully crafted plan.

She couldn’t tell how long he raped her bottom, it seemed an eternity, but finally he stiffened, his grip tightening on her. Raven whimpered, closing her eyes tight as she felt him grow inside her, then climax, filling her insides with his seed. She shook her head, sobbing as he finished, his grip loosening but still holding her.

“Our first night, little bird.” He smiled darkly as he caressed her shivering skin. “And the beginning of a new era.”
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