Training an Incompetent

The Bestial monster snarled, annoyed at his unhelpful victim. She was obviously not performing what he knew she could, and the monster was angered by such lack of effort. It wanted to take this woman, and she resisted. When her teeth began to scrape on his cock, the monster snarled, angered, though not injured by the unintentional resistance. The collar at her neck buzzed again, but this time no electrical charge was forthcoming. This time it was far worse. From the depths of her mind, a voice spoke, harsh and cruel. Undeniably that of her master. Of Slade.

'What are you doing slave? I gave you your orders. You will pleasure this monster until i tell you otherwise. Give him all he asks. Your failure is not an option, or his place shall be yours.'

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In the privacy of his control room Slade chuckled at the capabilities of his control collar, pleased that it's telepathic interface was working as planned. With it active, his armor could transmit his thoughts directly into her mind. Giving them a unique mental link. A mental link he, and he alone controlled. She had not yet even learned the meaning of control. But she would......oh yes....

Barb was startled by the voice in her mind, and she felt herself freeze. The fear this new link brought her made the fear she felt of the beast raping her seem like nothing. She could hear her Master's threat echoing in her mind, and she felt herself tremble.

Please Master . . . His cock- It's so big, I can't do anything with it!

She was startled by another growl and, with tears rolling more quickly down her cheeks, she began to make efforts to work the cock in her mouth. She began to suck the four inches that were already in her mouth, a nd tried to work her jaw further open. Her tongue moved over the flesh as if searching the heard shaft, and she was trying not to sob.

Her hands trembled on the thighs of the beast man, and she finally stopped trying to push him away. She even leaned forward some in an effort to show the creature that had been her friend that she was going to give him what he desired. She managed to take another 2 inches as she strained her jaw.

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Raven entered the control room silently. Her hood was up, the white clashing with the dark hair that had worked itself free and lay over her shoulders. She was slightly amused by the site before her. On the largest screen there was Batgirl, on her knees like a whore, sucking dutifully, if not somewhat unwillingly, on the cock of Beastman. Slade seemed to be enjoying the show, and she watched his hand move over his kevlar for a moment.

She imagined her own hand in its place and allowed a small, dark smile to curve her lips.

"I see you are enjoying the breaking of your new pet." It was a double edge sword. Both of his captives would be his pets, used as he pleased for what he pleased.

Don't just use your hands, you dolt. You aren't some common street whore. Use your entire body to give him pleasure. I told you not to fail me....you do not want to see the cost of that eventuality. You cannot hope to afford it.

The creature growled again, sounding slightly pleased that she was taking more of her length in. His savage mind enjoying the visual of her pale mouth stuffed with his green and monstrous cock. It seemed to take an almost sadistic pleasure in the act, though it also desired more from her. Far, Far more.

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"Oh yes, my dear. She is proving a most apt challenge for my skills. So much fun to do break. Her will is really quite remarkable..."

His attention turned from the monitor, his cool single eye taking in her white costume, and long dark hair. So far from the little girl that had once caused him so much trouble...Trigon had been as good as his word in delivering her to him though. One of the few times when the demon had managed to be true to his vow. And how useful she was now. In many different ways...

"You are back early...did fucking Nightwing take less time than you thought? I want our boy fully under your sway before we proceed with the next stage of the plan..."

Barb felt herself whimper, closing her eyes for a moment. She reached up, then, and ran her fingers over the beast's cock, then down over her own breasts. Pulling back, she removed her mouth from the monster cock, then looked up at the creature that had been her friend. She lifted herself some, squeezing her breasts around the massive dick. She closed her mouth around the huge head, again, working it with her tongue, running it over the slit that she knew would either fill or cover her in semen before this was over . . at least once. She trembled as she began to stroke the beast cock with ehr breasts and mouth, hoping the passify Gar . .. if only temporarily.

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Raven continued to watch the scene unfolding before them on the screen.

"He's weak. Without her around . . . well, he won't be an issue to . . . . persuade."

She stepped a few feet forward and stood directly behind Slade's right shoulder.

"She, on the other hand, is doing quite well. I always knew she was a slut." She watched the way the former Batgirl worked the cock, and she had to admit to herself that she was a bit turned on by it all.

"I can't wait to have my own fun with her."

The monster growled above her, his tones taking on an almost purring tone as she began to see to his needs properly. He moved in time with her own motions, working diligently to get more of his monstrous cock into her small mouth. Growling with each thrust, building up the power of them with each motion. Deep within the feral mind of what had once been Gar, the Beastman howled with approval. Enjoying the final release of his bestial nature, no long held in place by Gar's force of will.

Almost absently, his clawed hands reached out, cupping her breasts around his cock, digging his sharp talons into her soft flesh. Enjoying the bounty that she offered to the fullest.

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"Oh, you'll get your chance Raven...that is if you manage to please me first."


Slade's gaze drifted back to the screen as he continued speaking. Consciously relegating her to a lesser position. Seeing how she chose to respond.


"Miss Gordan has proven to be a most apt pupil. I'm not entirely sure you can handle her..."

Barbara cried out around the cock as she felt the Beastman's talons sink into her flesh. She felt tears surge forward again, but she continued to do her best to work the cock to his full pleasure. She tired to open her throat to it as it thrust forward, but she was afraid of just how tightly it would be lodged if he forced it in. His cock was becoming slick with her saliva, and her breasts, so pale against his large green cock, slid easily over the flesh.

"Mgff."

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Raven inclined her head and sought out Slade's mid with her own.

I can handle far more than you give me credit for.

She rested her hand on his shoulder, then ran it over his chest.

If you would like, I can refresh your memory.

She eyed his kevlar armor, and her dark power reached out, running over his chest and abdomen to apply pressure to his crotch. She carefully took over the stroking of his cock through the kevlar, applying just the right amount of pressure and increasing it to pull it back like a throbbing cunt. The sensation he would feel would be much like that of a lap dance given by a very skilled stripper.

The monster grunted in response, redoubling it's efforts to her obvious response, and enjoying her hot mouth over his primal cock. It was enjoying this experience all too much...

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Slade chuckled low in his throat, leaning backwards as he felt phantom hands on his ready cock. His hands fell back to armrests, giving her room to work. His head lead rested against the soft chair as he spoke, his tone low, and mildly condescending.

"Really Raven...I am disappointed. All these years, all this training....and you're still Just a telepath. I should think you'd have more...practical skills to back them up."

Barb gave another small whimper, but forced herself to give all she had to the massive green cock in ehr mouth and between her breasts.

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Raven's eyes narrowed some. She did not take the insult lightly, nor would she let it pass. As the pressure of the phantom hands increased again, she moved in front of Slade. She used her powers to push the Kevlar aside, and even remove his swollen cock from its place. She slid partially into his lap. She would not be caught kneeling in front of him, not without some co-ercion.

Instead, she let her leg run across his cock, using both her power and her soft flesh to tease the member.

He would test her, and she would test him.

She vaguely wondered how long it would take him to lose patience with her.

"Do you really think I'm going to give it all up at once, Slade? I'm not a whore like your new toy."

Vaguely, Slade was aware of the goings on the background, but for now he cast them aside. Touching a control on his chair, and deactivating the visual. Now was the time to deal with his truculent minion.

Raven half sat in his lap, hands on his board shoulders, one leg running across his crotch, her smaller body close against his own, as she stared into his eye. Not a bad position by any means. Indeed, if Slade's interest had been fucking, it might have been more than satisfactory. Pleasing even. Not for what he had in mind though. No, the bitch was getting out of place, and it was time to assert his control of the situation.

Gently, his hand cupped her cheek, running a gloved digit over her pale skin. Stroking her softly.

"My dear Raven...." At this his grip shifted quickly to her neck, his grip becoming vicelike in a second times. Crushing away her airflow with bruising force "I think perhaps you have forgotten your place."

The tone is cool. Amused. He loves his control of the situation.

"I told you to Service me. Not tease me like some second rate harlot. Get to it!"

At that, he pushed her back, hard. Knocking her from his lap, and onto the cool metal floor. At his feet.

Where she belonged.
Raven's head lifted as she felt her airflow hindered, and then stopped completely. Her momentary interest in the idea that he was shutting off the screen was whisked away as she grabbed at his hand. Certainly she had the power to fight him off, but that was not where her mind was a t at the moment. Besides, she may have been impertinent, but she was not a fool.

She gasped as he spoke, and cried out as she hit the cold floor. Her ass hurt momentarily and her eyes narrowed angrily. Still, she moved forward, onto her knees, her hands running up his thighs. She reasserted control over her shadow-hands and allowed them to take over stroking and massaging his thighs as she leaned in. She ran her tongue up over the length of his cock, teasing momentarily, just to show him that she did everything in her own time. She may have been his minion, but she was not his pawn.

Then she engulfed the head of his cock, taking it int ehr mouth and working it with her skilled tongue. She taunted the nerves, teased the flesh, and finally began to work further down the shaft- taking her time.
Slade watched with pleasure, as she set to work on her. Her skillful hands, and perfect mouth as ver playing devilish games upon him. Generally, Slade would have taken such movements in good grace. Accepting her method with the understanding that it was her intent to bring slow, agonizing pleasure, in a manner that heightened the climax.

Not today. No, he had needs, and she would fulfill them, just as any minion might be expected to serve him in their proper capacity. Such was the duty of slaves. She would learn her place.

His hand reached down, pushing back the hood, that concealed her pale features, and lustrous purple hair. His hand found the very back of her head, and gripped the hair there firmly. Applying unwearing, and ever increasing pressure to her. Forcing more of his shaft into her mouth.

"Come Raven, lets test your oral skills to their Fullest..."
Raven gave a choked and garbled cry around the cock. More a cry of anger than anything else. Her fingers, and the fingers of her shadow hands, dug into his thighs and one of them reached forward to grab his scrotum, holding firmly.

Still, even as she revolted, warned against further forcing, she sucked with good grace, working his cock. It was not that she did not want him, his body, his delicious cock, only that she would not accept being in this completely servile position. She was a woman of pride and, even, arrogance. She bowed to only those that she chose - and even then only on the rarest occasion.

And yet now she was expected to serve without question.

Unlikely.

The nails in his thighs he didn't mind. Nor the grip on his scrotum. The bit of pain was expected. Even pleasant. Its good to know just how seriously one is debasing another's humanity. In her case, he was still within her accepted levels. These gestures simply a means by which to assert a warning.

Foolish.

He thrust harder into her, feeling the pleasure build, as he began to roughly fuck her face, his spare hand finding its way to her bruised throat, applying a light pressure there. A warning in kind. He was not one to trifle with.

"You suck cock well Raven...I'm surprised our dear Robin lets you debase yourself to him. Always on about the equality of all and such foolishness. Still, he is a man, and all men like to be fucked...Most women too."

He chuckled to himself at that. As if to emphasis the point, the pressure on her neck increased. Cutting off her air once more. Releasing again. Toying with her.

The pleasure on his shaft increased, as she reacted, and he groaned. Feeling himself starting to come nearer to the brink. The first of many he would take from her this evening. And perhaps his toy as well...

Raven felt his reply to her warning, one of her own, and was only angered more. Still, she held off temporarily. It was better not to push him too far all at once. She wanted to be alive when this was all over. However, when he tightened his grip on her throat, making her choke, her throat tightening drastically, her anger jumped exponentially.

Her hand tightened and she began to twist, showing her anger. This wasn't so much a warning as a threat. He would feel pain as well, he would know just how unwilling she was to be in this position.

She strained against the hand at the back of her head, her sailva thick on his cock and even her chin. SHe could not swallow it when his cock was pumping so steadily in and out of her throat.

She would not be shamed like this
the grip on her throat tightened farther, as he gasped low at her cruel twist. Agony and pleasure playing against one another in a delightful symphony. With a suddenness that was as brutal as it was effortless, he pulled her off of his cock, pushing her away, even as he pulled her hand from his balls, placed it around his precum and spit covered shaft.

"Jack me off whore. Cover yourself in my cum. You do not have the right to take my shaft any longer. Prove yourself worthy...if you can."

Anger and lust poisoned his voice. Burned in his voice like molten steel. She would service him PROPERLY.
Raven tried to give a cry as she was further choked, but failed at anything more than a humiliatingly garbled whimper. Anger and fear battled as her hand was pulled away and wrapped around his cock, and she squeezed tight enough to hurt for a moment, digging her nails in before she began to stroke. She made sure to kee p her nails dragging along the shaft as she fought for air.

Her eyes met his single, glaring one, challenging.

She wrapped her other hand around his thick wrist, as if trying to keep him from choking her. Her first inclination was to let one of her own shadow hands return the favor, but she fought that foolish thought away. IF it came down to it, she could fight as well as he could, but even she held some deeply placed fear of him.

"When you Start pleasing me...I'll cease choking you Raven. It is not a complex equation."

The annoyance is growing more prevalent, as Slade feels himself going farther from pleasure, rather than closer. His hand grips around her own, loosening her grip to be more pleasurable, even as his grip tightens still further on her throat. Approaching the level now, where asphyxiation will soon set in. There is no doubt in his mind, that he will let her black out if she does not serve him properly...may even continue the process to its conclusion. Even the mildest of Telepaths could understand this.

"Stop being a bitch, and start serving me...Properly. If you do well now, I might even forgo some of the punishment you have received for your earlier willfulness....perhaps."

Raven finally gave in, struggling for air. She continued to hold his wrist with one hand, but began to skillfully stroke his cock, focusing on the most sensitive parts. It had come down to the point where she had little other choice. There was no debating whether or not he would choke her out, only whether or not he would kill her after that.

And if he didn't kill her he had endless options after that. And she knew he would gladly exhaust them for the pure pleasure of knowing he had her once more under his control...broken and obedient.

Then again, with Babs, he didn't seem to want to break her, only control her, make her need him. He still needed her fire.
As her ministrations ease, so does his grip. A groan coming from his mask, as he enjoys the pleasure of her touch. When she is willing, there is nothing she cannot accomplish. His hand moves to her breast, rubbing beneath the white leotard hungrily, as he feels himself approaching climax.

"Harder," He grunts softly. Enjoying her touch. Waiting for the opportunity to mark her with his cum. To claim her once more.

Tonight she has shown that she is needing of further lessons...lessons he shall more than happily provide.

He grunts, as he feels the climax arrive at last, his hard shaft pulsing, as he start to jet off blasts of cum to her ministrations. Covering her face and breasts.
Raven complied, stroking harder, faster, working his cock for all it was worth. She wanted his cum, there was no denying that. They both knew it.

She also wanted air. As his grip loosened some she fought for the extra air she recieved, but still felt how difficult it was to draw each breath.

She moaned a bit, though strangled, as his hand moved over her leotard. It tickled as much as it tingled, and her nipple was instantly hard.

And then he was cumming on her face and breasts. She opened her mouth as if by instinct, swallowing what landed on her tongue. It did not matter to her that, in a way, the seed was something she should be angry with, the way he marked her.

Instead she tasted desire, and she enjoyed it.
He chuckled as she eagerly took his cum. Enjoying the way that she desired his cum. It was pleasing to him, the way that she debased himself for him. The level of control he exerted.....so much less than Batgirl...but still pleasing to him. Her arrogance did not allow for her to give fully....but she gave what her temper allowed. Slowly, he knew, he was making her even more his slave. Taking away her control. Exerting his influence.

In any case, it was time for the next stage.

"Good. Clean yourself up, and then disrobe. We have more to deal with Raven."

Absently, he reached down, stroking, his shaft softly. His cock still hard and ready, even after his climax. He was just getting started.

Just getting started....