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Father's Day	By : Ksennin Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 22207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Who are you? What's going on? WHERE ARE WE?"
Ph'Tee could not understand the long-haired girl's
words, but her anger was evident. Instead of crying or going into denial upon waking, as most did, this one had become violent. Manela and Ysernaa, who had just began to use scented moist towels to wipe dirt and grime from her golden skin, had been thrown into the Turquoise Pool as if they were a pair of shoes.
"WHO ARE YOU?"
Blinding light surrounded the long-haired one's hand,
as if a raging star had been born between her fingers. All others shrieked and ran to cower as far away as they could, but Ph'Tee had no fear of death anymore, and she remained still.
"KORY!"
The black-haired girl had woken as well and appeared
to try to placate the angry golden one.
"They look like slaves, Kory," Wonder Girl said.
"Maybe-"
"Slaves?"
Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran, called Starfire on
Earth, looked around her with a look of disgust in her all-green eyes. She knew such topic well. "I know what kind of slave is kept in a place like this."
"We must get one of them to communicate with us."
"Fine." Starfire willed the ball of plasma surrounding
her hands to disappear. Walking up to the beautiful black-skinned female, she grabbed her face with her hands, and kissed her on the lips.
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Victor had actually felt afraid, struck by an impulse to bail out, to escape having to test his mangled manhood and see it fail, or even worse, hurt her with the cold, hard metal that was now part of him. He had never even attempted to masturbate since becoming Cyborg, though occasional nocturnal emissions showed that the organic function still worked somehow. But he was convinced that he could never be with a woman again, that the monster he had become was forever denied it; another thing where he was no longer a man.
But Raven's mother was proving him wrong.
Her mouth took in with some difficulty the cumbersome
mass of his irregularly shaped member, but had then started fellating him with what almost seemed like relish. Her tongue explored the sensitive edges where flesh connected with metal, and after a few seconds, he could feel himself grow, becoming engorged with blood in response to her skill. He closed his eyes, and if he ignored the clicking noises of the frame's support rods as they telescoped to allow the growth of his erection, he could almost forget what he was, and just enjoy it, as if the accident had never ever happened.
He wondered for a moment if the metal rings and rods
felt cold in her mouth, but seconds later, he could wonder nothing more at all, as he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in a sudden explosion of sensation. His reconstructed member throbbed almost painfully, and he groaned out loud, ejaculating his pent-up seed inside Arella's mouth.
Only his mechanical legs let him remain standing up,
as intense pleasure and unbelievable relief flooded his remaining flesh, making him feel weak as a baby, making him feel close to tears again.
He was still a man; despite everything, he was still
a man.
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That woman can really blow, Garfield mused, staring with admiration as Cyborg groaned and gasped in evident climactic enthusiasm, while plentiful semen began to spill from Arella's busy lips.
Gar smiled. Great for Vic, he thought. He had always
known Vic could use a good lay to break the blues.
Gar turned and stared at Robin. The guy was really
going at it like a racehorse, he thought. Maybe he should start taking notes or something.

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Donna Troy, the Titan known as Wonder Girl, stared as Starfire, her friend and teammate, kissed the tall, black-skinned female with the golden hair. She would never get used to seeing Kory do that.
After a couple of minutes longer than what Donna would
have thought necessary, Kory finally stepped back and began to talk to the woman in a fast sibilant language, her Tamaranian latent telepathy having absorbed the local language through the physical contact of the kiss. The woman replied with surprised eyes, and a hurried exchange followed.
"We are in Trigon's world," Kory said.
"I feared that," Donna replied, nodding. "Where are
our clothes?"
"Taken away and discarded, Ph'Tee says. We were to be
dressed by them according to their customs."
"Paty?"
"Ph'Tee. Her."
"Oh. What's this place?"
"The Halls of Pleasure, they call them," Kory stated
with a mirthless grin. "Obvious, no?"
"Halls of Pleasure?"
"The lodgings for Trigon's concubines."
"A harem?"
"Yes," Kory replied with pursed lips. "The excessive
finery and empty stares... I'd recognize such a place no matter where."
"Then he spared us to-?"
"Make us his concubines, too, yes."
"He's mad! How does he-?"
"These women are to prepare us."
"Prepare us?"
"We are to be taken to him in a couple of hours."
"Good. That gives us time to escape before-"
"No."
"No?"
"We were placed under Ph'Tee's care. If we're gone
when they come for us, she and the others will all be killed."

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It was not working.
At first it seemed it would. Arella grew adequately
moist after oral stimulation, and gasped with what seemed appreciation when he entered her, without any complains about his size. He had started thrusting with a two-one, two-shallow, one-deep rhythm, angling for the best stimulation to her inner pleasure spots. Interpreting her responses, he had escalated the speed and power until he was going as hard, fast and deep as he could, and she had squirmed and pushed back with apparent pleasure. When her swallowing of Victor's thing had allowed it, she had even panted and moaned in clear excitement. But he was already dangerously close to finishing now, and she remained in the same state: clearly excited, but nowhere close to climax.
Anyone with a lesser physical condition than him would
have been worn out by now. Catwoman had first climaxed with him in half the time and a third of the foreplay. He was doing his best, but it seemed nowhere enough. It was a rather humbling experience.
He tried to place his mind elsewhere, with little real
success. Thinking that she was Raven's mother did the opposite of what he sought, and focusing on his concern for his teammates made him think about Kory, which did him no good either. Grimacing, he tried to remember that one time he had asked Alfred to make burgers.

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The youth did an extraordinary effort, but it had not been enough, Arella thought, as Robin grunted, pumping into her, eyes closed in his orgasm. She had become more aroused than ever been in the last two decades with anyone but Him, but it just had not been enough.
She had kept using her hand on the black youth's penis
even after his climax in her mouth, keeping him hard, but while it was thrilling to think of his strange metal and flesh hybrid entering her sex, she knew that it would take more than one youth substituting for the other to drive her to orgasm.
"I need you both," she asked, her voice heavy with
mixed excitement and frustration. "At once."

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"Raven sacrificed herself?"
"I believe that's what Ph'Tee means. She said that
the Master's Daughter had joined him."
"Maybe that's why he didn't kill us."
"No, he didn't kill us because he wants to fuck us."
"I'd rather you didn't say it."
"It's the truth. We were defeated in combat, and our
enemy claims the spoils. It's Right of Warfare."
"Please!"
"And if I had you as my prisoner, I'd surely take you
as a concubine."
"Is that supposed to reassure me?"
"Maybe you should be flattered?"
Donna looked down uncomfortably. Things looked bad
enough without worrying about Kory propositioning her.
"So if we want to save them from execution," Donna
gestured at the surrounding crowd. "We must wait, and escape only after Trigon's guards arrive to take us to him?"
"Yes."
"Fine," Donna sighed. "Then we may as well get that
bath anyway."

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"Uh, sure you don't want to be on top?"
"I'd better be down," Victor replied with obvious
unease. "I'm kinda heavy."
"Yes, yes. Do it now!" Arella insisted.
Nodding, Cyborg sat on the altar, leaning back as
Arella moved to straddle him. He stared with some apprehension as she placed his partially-mechanical manhood in position, and lowered her loins on him without hesitation.
"Azar!" She gasped, grimacing with obvious pain as
she let her weight drive her down fully on him in a single motion, impaling herself. "It's so big!"
He stiffened, worried, knowing that he had hurt her,
that he should have never tried to do such a thing, that sex with a normal woman was for a normal man, not someone like him.
"I'm sorry-" he began, trying to pull her up off him.
"Oh, shut up and fuck me!" she exclaimed, and leaned
forward for her mouth to meet his.
Robin watched uneasily as Arella began to ride Cyborg
with desperate urgency. Would Victor have better luck than him? He did have advanced science on his side, besides being thicker, if not longer.
"What are you waiting for?" Arella asked him, looking
over her shoulder.
"Ok, going there." Stepping on the altar, he squatted
around Victor's stretched-out legs and behind Arella, positioning his member at the puckered entrance to her anus. Like Vic, he had used plentiful amounts of the oils Wally had brought, to supplement her abundant fluids, but still wondered if it would be too tight a fit. Most women found him nearly too large for vaginal sex, so anal was generally out of the question, except for the most daring of past lovers. But would even Catwoman have asked him to go up her ass in a double penetration?
"Now!" Arella urged him, and with a deep breath, he
complied.

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"I can do it myself, thank you," Donna said with an
uneasy smile.
"They were told to do it, and fear to be punished if
they don't comply. Obedience is all they know, Donna."
Donna sighed and allowed the servile females to bathe
her, squirming nervously as their hands ran over her breasts and buttocks with soapy sponges, with what seemed like excessive devotion to cleanliness. Starfire was a princess in her world, so perhaps was used to such treatment from servants, but Donna could not help but find the experience of disturbing in various ways. She wondered what their mutterings meant.
"Do you have to stare at me?" she asked Kory, after
noticing her friend's all-green eyes fixed on her.
The Tamaranian Princess smiled. She had to agree with
the whispers of the women bathing Donna. Indeed she was beautiful, she thought, letting the attentions of the concubines working on her relax her muscles.

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"Oh, damn," Robin muttered, thrusting deep into the woman's tight anal passage. He was reviewing methods of evidence analysis in his mind to avoid finishing before Arella did. But despite how much she moaned and whimpering while Victor and him pounded hard at both her openings, it seemed she still would not come.
Below them, with a loud groan, Victor came again, and
Robin could feel the vibrations of the cyborg penis through the thin layers of tissue separating their respective members. It was too much. Too much.
"Oh, fuck!" Robin gasped as he began to ejaculate.
"Fuck, yeah," Victor agreed.
"No, not yet!" Arella cried out. "I'm close! Really
close!"
"I can still go on," Robin muttered, continuing to
thrust with tightly closed eyes while his member shot the last jets of semen deep inside her anus. "I can still do it a couple more times if I must, I just need a minute to-"
"We don't have a minute! The spell will fade if we
don't continue! Don't stop! Keep going!"
Robin swallowed hard, knowing that his erection would
soon subside. He would need at least a few minutes to get fully hard again, and by then Arella would have lost her current momentum.
"WALLY! GARFIELD! GET OVER HERE!"
"But I-"
"GET THE FUCK HERE NOW!"
"I-I'll try, but... I can't!" Wally stepped forward
towards them, his face below the mask flushing bright red. He was trying to cover the growing bulge in his groin with his hands.
Garfield stayed several paces away, and shook his head.
"Oh, come here!" Arella reached with a trembling hand
for Wally's crotch. Still moving with furious urgency against Robin's continuing thrusts, she pulled down the waistline of Kid Flash's red and yellow costume to free the hardening penis underneath. Without losing her pace she took it into her mouth.
Wally closed his eyes, telling himself that it was
for a greater good.
"Shit. That's it for me, man," Cyborg muttered, and
collapsed on his back, his twitching member limp already. "Fuck. Sorry, I'm too outta practice."
"GARFIELD! GET YOUR SORRY ASS HERE AND DO YOUR PART!"
"I can't," Garfield Logan replied weakly.
"COME HERE NOW, YOU ASSHOLE!"
"It won't work," he sighed, stepping towards them.
Arella reached out with another hand, and after a
couple of seconds of fumbling with Garfield's spandex costume, she began to pump his small, flaccid penis.
"It won't work."
Robin was thinking hard about everything he had tried
to ignore minutes before. He focused on how kinky it was to sodomize the gorgeous body of Raven's mother. He thought about every single woman he ever desired and most likely would never have, from Silver Saint Cloud to Wonder Woman. He thought about all those he had scored with to his own surprise, remembering the nasty and wildly gleeful coupling with Catwoman, and the angry, resentful sex with Talia. He thought about Barbara in her tight Bat-costume.
He had to stay hard. He had to keep going.
He finally focused on Starfire, on her sexy, long and
wild hair, on her lovely face and bewitching all-green eyes, and mostly on her glorious golden body, her long legs, hard, round butt, and huge, round boobs. Robin swallowed hard. That seemed to have made it.
Arella had gotten Wally fully hard, and used her hand
to keep him erect, while turning her attention to Garfield's lifeless member.
"It won't work," Gar repeated.
Wally suddenly stiffened and his member began to pulse
in Arella's hand. She stopped her manual pumping, but it was too late.
"I'm sorry, I-I didn't-I-Oh, fuck!" Wally gasped, in
time to his convulsive ejaculations. "Fuck! Fuck!
"Shit, Wally!"
"I'm sorry, I-" Wally began, his face becoming even
redder. "I'd had never before... I just never had... Man, I'd never-"
Wally stepped back and sat back on the ground, placing
his face between his folded arms.
"GARFIELD! It's just the two of us, now!"
"It isn't working," Garfield sighed.
Arella's mouth worked on him with furious desperation,
but his penis refused to react beyond the smallest of stirrings.
"What?"
"It isn't working." Garfield's face had blanched to
the palest shade of green possible.
"What do you mean it isn't working?"
"I can't-I can't-Oh, please don't-I'm sorry-"
"Aren't you the big horndog here? The damn fucking
teen playboy? Man, it's Raven's Mom! She's hotter than fire! Don't you want some?"
"I WANT IT!" Arella added, her tongue licking at
Garfield's shrunken member. "FUCK ME! DO IT NOW!"
"I can't! I just can't!"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!"
"YOU'RE WATCHING ME!"
"WHO THE FUCK CARES?"
"I DO! I CAN'T DO IT IF YOU WATCH ME!"
"SHIT, I'LL CLOSE MY EYES! WE ALL WILL!"
"YOU'LL STILL BE WATCHING ME! I KNOW IT!" Garfield
cried out. "YOU'LL ALL WATCH ME! YOU'LL ALL JUDGE ME! I JUST CAN'T-!"
"FUCK! DON'T BE YOU THEN!"
"Eh?"
"BE SOMETHING ELSE!"
"What?"
"CHANGE SHAPE, YOU TWIT!"
"WHAT?"
"FUCKING SHAPESHIFT AND HELP ME FUCK HER, FUCK IT!"
"But that's disgusting! What will she-?"
"DO ANYTHING YOU HAVE TO!" Arella screamed. "JUST
FUCK ME!"
Garfield stared for a few seconds.
"Ah, ok," he whispered.

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Raven stared blankly at the walls of her quarters. She ignored the obscene luxury of the furnishings and the many extravagant offerings strewn about. She was in hell, as any place where her Father ruled would be, and she was doomed to remain there for as long as she lived, for the sake of Earth.
She wondered about her fellow Titans, regretting how
she had manipulated them into facing Trigon. Even now Donna and Koriand'r remained at her Father's mercy.
Raven tuned her gaze inward, looking deeply into her
own soul, focusing on the dark core of no-being that Azar had taught her to find within herself, beyond all needs and all emotions, where only peace existed and all her sorrow and pain could be cast aside.
She almost succeeded. Almost.

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"Victor! Move out!"
"Sure," Cyborg muttered, and slid from under Arella.
"Gar! You take the front!" Using his ground-grappling
body skills, Robin hugged Arella to him, and rotating, made her face up over him while he took Victor's former position with his back to the altar's surface. He then grabbed Arella's hips and resumed thrusting up into her back passage, having remained inside her during the entire maneuver.
Dick was the man, Garfield thought, impressed.
"I'll help out," Cyborg said, standing up by Arella's
side and leaning forward to lick and bite at her hard nipples, while his powerful mechanical hands grabbed her jostling teats, to squeeze and pull the soft flesh.
Garfield stared for an instant at the sweat-covered
beautiful woman being pleasured by both his friends. Her legs were open and her sex was ready for him.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?"
"GAR! DO IT! NOW!"
Robin was right, he did not need to be afraid of any
others seeing him, judging him. He did not need to be Garfield Logan at all. He could be just anything he wanted to be. Anything.
Garfield shape-shifted into animal form, and getting
instantly hard, mounted Arella.

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While the women dressed the two of them in sheer silk and insubstantial veils, Donna had Kory find out as much as possible about Trigon's world from Ph'Tee, but results were disheartening. There were no organized resistance movements, no important military enemies. The few star systems not yet under Trigon's complete control were so distant that campaigns against them were clearly carried out of mere boredom.
Trigon had nearly crushed a whole universe.
What hope did the two of them have?
She thought about her fellow Titans, while fingering
her golden lasso, now worn as decorative belt low on her hips, having been salvaged by a harem girl who had liked it. Hopefully, Raven's deal with her father had saved Dick and the rest as well. She wondered if they were somehow trying to come to their aid, and whether they were despairing while doing it.

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"Oh, yes! YES!"
Garfield wondered why this sort of thing had never
occurred to him before, while he pumped into Arella's sodden sex with the wild urgency only a true animal could muster. He had never felt so free during sex, so powerful and unbound, so free of all concerns and worries. Sure it was sick and twisted, and most of his fleeting girlfriends would have slapped him silly at the mere suggestion of such experimenting. Having a green-skinned date for the movies was daring enough for them. But certainly he could have found some professional help or something.
He really had to make it a regular thing. He just
needed to find the right girl.
"YES! YES! MORE!" Arella demanded.
More? Gar thought, startled. He had shifted into the
shape of a big, lanky Great Dane, and was giving it to her as hard as he thought a human woman could take it. Obviously he was mistaken.
A Rhino? That may be overdoing it.
Maybe a bigger canine? Saint Bernard? No, far too
clumsy, he decided, shifting instead into the biggest dog he could think of, a huge, hairy Irish Wolfhound, and his member grew considerably inside her, even as he continued to pump savagely.
"YES! YES! OH, YES! MORE! YES! MORE!"
More? How far did this woman want him to go?
He wondered whether, if they all survived this mess,
she would consider having a steady relationship with a younger guy.

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Raven dared to think about her Mother for an instant, and her self-control almost broke. Would Mother be proud of what she had done? Of her ultimate sacrifice? Of how she had finally embraced the Way of Azar, the Way of Peace and Inaction?

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"OH, AZAR! OH, FUCK! OH, YES! YES-YES-YES! FUCK! OH, AZAR! YES!"
His rational mind subsumed in his beast form, Garfield
could only roar loudly his culmination. Spittle fell from his slavering jaws on Arella's shaking midsection, and barely missed Victor's head. He thrust powerfully into her drenched depths, which accepted his massive canine shaft all the way to its hairy base, while he pumped her full of abundant animal seed.
With a final scream, Arella finally climaxed and the
primal energies gathering around them manifested at last, beginning to warp the very shape of space.
Coming for a final time in Arella's anus, Robin smiled.
They had done it. This was it. This was how they were going to beat Trigon.
Teamwork, it was all about teamwork.
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