Based upon the comic book story by Marv Wolfman and George Perez published in The New Teen Titans Vol.1 issues #13 thru #15. Told now without any damn censoring.
DISCLAIMER: The following story is an adult-themed parody of the DC Comics's Teen Titans comic book. The Teen Titans and all related characters are property of DC Comics, a Time Warner Company. No copyright infringement is intended. The author received no payment for this story and no money is to be earned by its distribution. I have no dough to get sued off anyway.
WARNING: The following story contains adult themes, explicit descriptions of extreme sexual events, and some really lousy attempts at humor. NO MINOR SHOULD READ THIS. Hell, most so-called adults shouldn't either. If you are below your country's age of legal majority, kindly bugger off. Go find some Pokemon instead. No animals or household objects were hurt or damaged during the writing of this story, except for a monkey that may have been spanked.
The damned thing could fly.
General Zahl's military complex was easily a mile in diameter at the base, and as densely packed with linked structures as Manhattan. Its estimated weight boggled the mind. Yet it was airborne, floating over the small island nation of Zandia, like the impossible illustration on a pulp magazine's cover.
But in a world where men could fly and aliens walked the streets, nothing was truly impossible, Dick Grayson reminded himself, while he tried to concentrate on piloting the T-jet in the wake of the flying fortress. He often felt a certain unease when faced with such over-the-top events, which he sometimes suspected his mentor of also sharing. But as always, whatever feelings of insignificance came from walking in the shadow of demigods, they were discarded as irrelevant to the importance of the job at hand.
Robin had been taught well.
"Holy shit."
Behind Robin, however, Victor Stone stood with his mouth shamelessly open. Although his short time with the Titans had already exposed him to aliens, demons, and extra dimensional travel, the young former athlete was hardly ready to take such astounding sights for granted.
"Null-Gravity generators", Robin said. "Smuggled alien tech, probably. Lexcorp is also said to have something like it, but kept under wraps."
"Damn," mumbled Victor.
"Damn indeed," Dick answered. "Rouge and Zahl obviously have a lot of financial backing for whatever it is they are up to."
"Fuck that, how do we stop that thing? The people are getting slaughtered down there," said the metallic voice of Cliff Steele, the former Doom Patrol member called Robotman.
Below them, several squads of flying troopers deployed from the fortress were raining heavy fire on the streets of a city, energy blasts mercilessly cutting down the populace. Many of the citizens strangely appeared to be armed, yet their conventional weaponry was no match for the high-tech attack. It was a massacre.
"I don't know", Dick answered honestly, trying to control the frustration at his present powerlessness. Kory and Donna, the only two of them who could fly, as well as Raven's soul-self, were out there, trying to stop the attackers, but despite their powers they were only three against hundreds of heavily armed soldiers, and it seemed there was nothing that he could do to help them.
"The T-jet has no real offensive capabilities, and you saw what the fortress's defenses did to those F-14 fighter planes. Only the T-jet's stealth tech is keeping us alive."
"Then get us close enough to the place so Cyborg and Robotman can jump us in," said Wally West, Kid Flash, his voice betraying his nervousness. It was hard for Wally, one of the fastest men alive, to be trapped inside the jet, unable to use his speed usefully. "I should be able to reach and dismantle their control center or something!"
"I am trying, but the turbulence the thing produces is too great. We could crash against it", answered Dick, grimly. Even if they could not join the air fight, Wally, Victor and Robotman all had powers that could be useful against Zahl's stronghold. He had to find a way to give them at least that chance.
"Can't you use your extendable arm to anchor us to the thing?" asked Wally, addressing Cyborg. The sight of Raven sitting in a huddle in the back of the cockpit, in obvious distress, was eating at the speedster, making him more anxious for action. Raven's empathy powers made her vulnerable to the massive suffering of the many wounded and dying below.
"Don't think so, Kid, I ain't Plastic Man. I don't have that kind of a reach."
"Wouldn't have worked anyway," said Dick. "The forces involved are too great. Would have either torn Victor loose from the plane or broken his arm."
"Shit! There must be something we can do!"
"Strap yourselves in," said Vic, working on the components of his cybernetic arms, assembling his white- noise sonic blaster. "I will lean out from the cockpit door and give some help to the girls".
"Good idea. I'll help you keep anchored," offered Robotman.
"If only we had Garfield around..." Victor mumbled.
There were just too many of them.
Wonder Girl flew in evasion patterns among the clusters of armored troopers, while energy blasts from multitudes of built-in blasters sought to bring her down. Flying with greater speed and mobility than what their cumbersome jetpacks allowed her opponents, the young woman provided a hard-to-hit target in the difficult game of aerial combat. Each of her bursts of speed resulted in more of her foes falling down amidst shattered armor. As she threw a disabled soldier as a human missile to crash against others of his kind, she saw another one nearby explode into pieces, following the unmistakable high-pitched wail of Starfire's starbolts.
Kory was certainly cutting loose, Wonder Girl grimly acknowledged, as dodging fast to a side, she intersected the now-faint energy trail of Starfire's fight path, while the beautiful alien princess sped through the dense enemy formations, her starbolts mercilessly cutting them down. Quite a difference from the gentle methods of Raven, whose wraith-like soul self went from soldier to soldier, draining their aggression, leaving them to fall to the ground unconscious.
This time however, Donna felt no need to ask Kory to hold back her battle fury. In the face of the massacre that Zahl's forces were carrying out upon the citizens of Zandia, Kory's use of lethal force could hardly be argued against. Wonder Girl could also feel her own rage at the senseless violence growing, almost to match that of her friend.
Still, they seemed to be barely chipping away at the enemy. The skies seemed full of the heavily armored flying troops. Even as they took them down with desperate urgency, more soldiers emerged from the floating fortress. The odds were looking grimmer every second.
Why were Zahl and Rogue doing this? Wonder Girl asked herself in horror, as her efforts seemed unable to even slow down the carnage.
As she charged towards a group of soldiers, focusing her power on her bracelet-wearing wrists to deflect the energy blasts aimed at her, her frustration and anger fueling her determination, she saw the T-Jet attacking the floating fortress, unseen energy discharges blasting at the bay doors from which the stream of enemies emerged.
Yes!, she thought. They had to cut off their enemies at the source, of course. But there were already too many already airborne. Helping her friend's efforts would mean abandoning the people below to the attack. After a moment's indecision, she bit her lip and sped down to deflect a whole section of blasted wall that would have collapsed on a fleeing crowd. She couldn't forsake the people.
Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran dived, dodging the pursuit of a dozen troopers, and then rose up sharply, spinning on her axis to face from above the outmaneuvered pursuers, her starbolts scattering their formation. The energy bolts tore through the thick armor like paper. The lucky ones blew up instantly. The unlucky ones didn't.
General Zahl's mercenaries were all hardened men, yet surely even the most jaded among them would have been dumbstruck by the spectacle of the impossibly proportioned golden-skinned beauty with the amazing mane of curly hair and the sparse metallic clothing, dancing her deadly ballet in their midst like an angel of vengeance. It was quite a last sight.
Kory kept in constant motion, trusting a lifetime of flying experience to keep her safe, even as she shot down enemy after enemy with growing exhilaration. The attack on the city below had brought back memories of Tamaran's suffering during the Citadel's invasion. But this time, she could strike back. With a fearsome smile of savage glee marring her lovely features, the former slave plowed through the ranks of her enemies, her hands blazing with a fire not unlike that on her eyes.
"Shoot at the upper threshold!" Dick shouted.
"It is not that easy, leader-man!" Victor shouted back, struggling to keep balanced in the open cockpit hatch, while shooting wide-focus sonic blasts at the troops attempting to intercept their flight. The wind alone would have torn him off without his enhanced strength and Robotman's help. "Bring us closer!"
Madame Rouge stepped quietly onto the raised dais from which Zahl liked to oversee the monitor array, her gloved fingers putting a slender cigarette to her red lips. As her svelte, sensuous figure stood next to his, General Zahl attempted to stand up even straighter. Despite the concealed raises in his boots, Zahl was a short man, and his stiff upright position spoke as much of that concern as his military background. Still, she towered almost a head over him.
"Amusing, are they not?" asked the former actress, her beauty still striking despite the hard lines on her face. "Que d'enthousiasme. Ah, folle jeunesse..." she said, her eyes following the actions of the two young girls fighting the troops. "Quite shapely, they are. Each one in her own way, don't you agree? Rather underdressed, too."
Zahl, who had been staring at the same screens with rapt intent, looked sideways at his ally, trying to read the woman's meaning. Was she mocking him? He was no more successful than ever in reading her face, and reluctantly looked away from her, his eyes lingering an instant on her figure, elegant curves unencumbered by the metallic bodysuit, which left only her head exposed.
"As futile as any other follies of youth," he said, angrily. As usual, he was as bothered by her presence as by the strong need her absence created. Turning to a side, he addressed the technicians seated one level below him. "Have you managed to lock on whoever is attacking the launch bays?"
"Not yet, Sir," the head technician replied, standing up. "The scrambling field they use is-."
"Do it now," Zahl interrupted, his dry voice making the technicians sweat despite the air conditioning. He then turned again to Rouge. "Madame, once we dispose of this annoyance, we shall fall back into schedule. I estimate total control of the country in 48 hours."
"How exciting," replied Rouge, without looking at him, contemplating instead with apparent fascination the spiraling smoke of her cigarette. "But schedules are your field, General, not mine. I prefer results to estimates."
"We have them locked, Sir," the technician reported.
"Good. Shoot them down now."
TEEN TITANS: THE TRUCE - PART ONE: HOSPITALITY
"Tu es réveillée ?"
The voice, cold and impersonal, called her back to painful consciousness. She stirred, her whole body aching with sharp insistence. Why was it so hard to think?
"Time to wake up, chérie".
The T-jet had been shot down, she recalled with surprise, opening her eyes widely, struggling to rise. Zahl's troops had been firing at her as she had rushed towards the falling plane. Had she reached it in time? Had that been Starfire who had screamed over the sound of her starbolts?
I must have been shot, she realized, focusing on that sole coherent statement as a lifeline.
Where am I? she finally asked herself, the blurry shapes of her surroundings coalescing into strange sparse furniture and high-tech metal walls, as her vision cleared.
She was lying over soft white sheets, on a mattress placed directly over a metal floor. She tried to get up, and realized that her arms were restrained. Thick metal bracelets surrounded her wrists, each tied to the floor by lengths of massive chain, made of the same silvery-gray metal.
Clumsily, she got to her feet, an apparent eternity passing before she could properly connect her will to her body. She then pulled against the restrains. The metal glowed with a coruscating energy nimbus, and refused to give.
Neutralizer shackles, she realized grimly.
"You are alright, I see. You had us worried, Wonder Girl," said the voice that had woken her, resonating in the room, with no definite source apparent, in a monotone of strangely modulated words. "That is the name you use, n'est ce pas?"
"Who?" asked Donna Troy, looking around sharply, yet finding no one. The room around her, spartanly furnished with strange computer consoles and some decorative objects de art, appeared to be otherwise empty.
"Take your time. Mallah said you could feel rather disoriented. You were not seriously harmed, thankfully."
The voice seemed mechanical in its inflection, she realized. A computer-generated voice? Where did it come from? A speaker? Where? She cursed her dizziness. Dick would surely have located it instantly. He also would have already figured a way out.
"The energy bolt just shocked you unconscious. That lovely body of yours is impressive in more than just one way," the voice said, the compliment startling Wonder Girl.
Only then did Wonder Girl realize that she was completely naked. Her red skintight bodysuit and black boots were nowhere to be seen.
"WHAT? Where are my clothes?"
"Ah - Mallah had to disrobe you. To examine you, of course", the voice continued. "Also, the clothes were damaged beyond repair by the blast."
"Who are you? Why am I here? Show yourself!" Wonder Girl demanded as she knelt on the mattress, the large metal manacles helping to cover her breasts in her bid for modesty.
"All in time. You are here at our pleasure, ma chérie. We saved you from Zahl and Rouge. Gratitude would not be out of place".
"Gratitude? For being held prisoner?" she asked defiantly as she shook the chains binding her, the restrains still impervious to her strength. She stepped away from the mattress, reaching the limit of the chain's slack, setting her bare feet firmly on the cold metal floor, her eyes scanning the room, seeking any hint of a door. "You have a strange concept of hospitality."
"You could call it - protective custody", the voice answered. "You are currently the guest of what I enjoy calling - quite tongue in cheek - La Confrérie du Mal, that is, the Brotherhood of Evil."
"Brotherhood of evil? Who - what are you?" asked Wonder Girl, narrowing her eyes, worried. She had been trapped by villains before, but you could never get used to it. The fact that she was also nude made it much more worrisome.
"We certainly could use a publicist, I see. My acquaintances in the old Doom Patrol would have called me a villain, childish as such nomenclature is. Of course, I consider myself merely a businessman".
"What do you want?"
"My associates and I are currently having certain -business disputes- with Madam Rouge and General Zahl, which we wish to take care of. Hence your presence here."
"And where is 'here'?" asked Wonder Girl, looking around her. Nothing that she could use to disable the restrains was within reach.
"These are my private quarters. Rather forward perhaps, but fitting, since we need to become better acquainted."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Wonder Girl, her hands tightening into fists. She did not like at all the slant of her captor's words.
"We have a common interest. We both seek the defeat of Rouge and Zahl, who are now consolidating their occupation of Zandia through the stupid destruction of valuable real estate. Passé as military invasions are, they seem to be quite successful. As you found out, their present power is formidable. Thus, to better ensure their defeat, an union of forces is advisable. We propose a - what is that word you super-types always use? A team up."
"But how do I know I can trust you?"
"Oh, you can't know that. Life is never that simple," the voice answered, hinting at amusement. "But as long as we have common goals, why not join forces? We did save you and your friend from sure death. Isn't that a show of good faith?"
"Who else did you get? Did you manage to save the plane?"
"Ah, such a feat would have been beyond the power of my associate, besides unwisely warning of our involvement. We were just able to save you and the other flier, the -ahem- rather voluptueux alien female."
"Starfire?" asked Donna, feeling her stomach knot, realizing that her remaining friends were then either dead or captured by Zahl.
"Yes. Quite an amazing creature. A bit too much, actually, for my taste, in a purely aesthetic sense."
"What about the others? Do you know what happened to them?" Donna asked, her fear a cold weight at her core.
"My sources indicate that they all survived but are currently being held by Zahl, apparently as insurance against other metahuman altruists. Not the most desirable situation. Knowing Zahl, some may say a quick demise would have been kinder".
Wonder Girl paled at the news, even as she was relieved to know that Dick and the others had survived.
From the rampage of their troops, Madame Rouge and Zahl were clearly homicidal madmen. They were also responsible for the destruction of the original Doom Patrol. Did they plan to add the Titans to their tally? Their value as hostages would not necessarily discount torture, Donna realized with a shudder.
"You must help me free them!" she demanded, again straining in vain against her bonds, her strength absorbed innocuously by the neutralizer circuitry.
"That is my intent. Of course, in exchange for your help in killing Zahl and Rouge. Quid Pro Quo."
Wonder Girl lifted her eyebrows in surprise at the frank openness of the statement. "You cannot expect us to become murderers," she replied, uncertainly.
"Ah, typical 'heroic' attitude. But you are not expected to do it yourself. My own operatives will just need some help in dealing with their formidable defenses. Once that is achieved, you can help your friends while we do what needs to be done."
"But I can't -", began Wonder Girl, before cutting herself short. Her first instinct was to deny taking part of a plan focused on cold-blooded murder, but her refusal could easily mean the sure deaths of her friends. If these villains wanted to kill each other, why not stand aside and let them do it?
Inaction would make me equally guilty, she decided, shaking her head. Villains or not, it would be wrong.
"Look, just let Starfire and I go. We can rescue our friends and stop Zahl and Rouge on our own."
"Improbable. They have already bested you once, and without the advantage of hostages. Non. Your death would be only a stupid waste."
"I can summon help, the Justice League-" she began.
"Too far away. Too lacking in subtlety," interrupted the voice. "Your friends will be dead by the time anyone else can act. I, however, have the means to teleport a team right into Zahl's control room. With your physical might on our side I calculate a high probability of success. Alone, my team still has a chance. You don't. And I cannot afford to have an uncontrolled force disrupting the scenario. You either aid us or you will not be allowed to participate".
Wonder Girl did not miss the ominous subtext. Her captor was obviously willing to "waste" Kory and her for the sake of his plan. The others would also be considered equally expendable.
"Please decide", the voice insisted, its courteous formality seeming now a grotesque mockery.
"I - I will help you. I cannot condone cold-blooded murder, but if you reach them first..." Wonder Girl paused. "I will not take action against you."
"Not enough. I will need firmer assurance that you and your Titan friends will not try to oppose us now or in the future."
"What? Are you insane? I cannot promise that! How do I know you will not prove an even worse menace than Zahl? You could try to kill us all immediately afterwards!"
"Are your friends' lives worth less than such conjectures?" asked the voice calmly, cutting with ease through Wonder Girl's outrage. "We have no interest in your group. World domination schemes are for madmen. Greater profits are easily available in other ways."
"But-"
"Your friend Starfire has already agreed. She did not seem bothered at all by - our conditions."
She stood silent for an instant. That was most likely true. Kory gave no second thought to the use of lethal force. Longstanding war in her home system of Vega had made her quite pragmatic, and after years of slavery under the Citadel, Starfire was certainly no stranger to compromise.
"Let me speak to her," Wonder Girl asked uneasily. She needed to buy time.
"I cannot allow that, sorry. You must make a decision. Now."
Wonder Girl stood mute for one long instant. She was at the mercy of her unknown captor. If the retrains could block her mystically augmented strength, she was surely equally vulnerable to harm. They could have been killed her anytime. The alliance offered was probably the only way to save Dick and the others. What would they gain by lying? But how could she promise to give her approval to whatever acts these villains planned? For all she knew, her captor could be any of the world's most dangerous villains. Wouldn't that go against everything the Titans had ever fought against?
What would Dick do? she thought.
Wonder Girl sighed.
"All right. You win. I will convince the Titans not to interfere in your dealing with Zahl and Rouge. While we face a common enemy, we shall consider a truce between us, whoever you are. Also, we will not seek to later confront you unless you happen to endanger us or the lives of any innocents. That is the most I can promise," she said, her voice turning cold and hard. "You all can kill each other and the world would surely be a better place for it."
"Ah! Such véhémence. A wise choice, still. Thank you. I look forward to cooperation between our two organizations. However..."
"Yes?"
"First we need a little insurance."
"Insurance?"
"I am sure you are completely honest in your promises, ma chérie. But people change, and change their minds. Sadly, agreements tend to be broken. We would like to have a small guarantee, a safeguard, to ensure your continued commitment, and to better motivate you in convincing your fellow 'heroes' of taking no further interests in our actions."
"What kind of guarantee?" asked Wonder Girl, not liking at all where things seemed to be heading.
"I am sure that your promise would be much firmer if we had a certain bit of knowledge or evidence that you would prefer to keep from being publicly known. Your secret identities, for example."
"That is impossible," replied Donna instantly. "It would imperil not only our lives but also the lives of others close to us. You could be Zahl and Rouge themselves, staging all this just to find this information. Completely out of the question."
"Oh, well, there is also the possibility of a little home video".
"Home video? What are you talking about?"
"We could make some recording of well, activities you would personally prefer to keep from the public and perhaps also from your friends. Something that would be compromising yet reasonably viable within our time frame. A video of you having sex under questionable circumstances, with one of my associates perhaps, would surely do, since you heroes seem to enjoy keeping such a wholesome public image."
"WHAT? Fuck you!" Wonder Girl spat, her temper instantly flaring, the rare obscenity a measure of her anger.
"Ah, sadly I can't accept that tempting offer. But surely we can find another arrangement," the voice replied.
"You bastards," she said through clenched teeth. "I'd rather fuck an animal than any of you."
"Oh! Well, that would be quite acceptable. Just the sort of thing indeed! Any particular preference? We can surely procure whatever you desire. A dog, perhaps? One of the -um, larger breeds?"
"Go to hell," said Donna in disgust, after an instant of shocked disbelief.
"Oh, that was just a figure of speech, I see. Excusez-moi. Perhaps this discussion is best conducted in person."
A segment of the wall facing Wonder Girl began to slide to a side, revealing a doorway. Through it, a man walked in, followed by a small metal cylinder rolling in on its own power.
The man was tall and broad-shouldered, casually dressed in loose white slacks and shirt. He wore stylish glasses that went well with his dark skin. To Donna's surprise, she found the man to be quite handsome, yet it did little to soothe her fury.
"So you think you can just come in here and fuck me, you sick pervert?" she asked, her anger a raging fire inside her. She could hardly believe it. Was everyone out to lay her?
Since the Titans had recently regrouped, Wonder Girl had found her whole sexuality being shattered and recast, having experienced acts of a nature she had never even contemplated before. From the manipulation of her mind and emotions by magical means, to what the demon Trigon had done to her in his dark dimension those weeks ago. She was still shaken both physically and mentally, afraid of her own reactions and distrustful of her own feelings. That she was expected to endure further sexual abuse was unthinkable.
"Oh, I am sorry to disappoint you, but Houngan is not a viable option," said the voice of her captor, coming from the three-feet-tall metal cylinder moving from behind the smiling black man and rolling towards her with a low whirring sound, a skull-shaped design standing out from its otherwise featureless surface. "He is not what you would call a hands-on person."
Absurdly, Donna's first thought, as the thing rolled towards her, was that it looked like an oversized macabre version of a PEZ candy dispenser. It stopped a few paces away from her. Out of kicking range, she noticed.
"You may call me the Brain - No relation to cartoon mice, however".
Wonder Girl opened her eyes widely, as she noticed that the cylinder's top held a clear glass-like dome, through which an organic mass could be partially seen. A human brain, she realized, appalled. The thing's name was certainly fitting.
"To answer your unvoiced question: Yes, I presently lack an organic body. A rather bothersome handicap. My golf suffers enormously." The voice then gave a shrill squeak, an obscene parody of laughter. "Feel free to stare. I will gladly return the favor".
Wonder Girl blushed slightly at that, reminded of her nakedness. She wondered with disgust if the horrible thing was ogling her. Athletic and slender, but with the graceful curves of a fashion model, she was used to being stared at. Although she did not consider herself in the same league as the spectacularly built Kory, Donna knew herself to be beautiful, and she had normally enjoyed the attention that her looks earned from men, until her recent experiences had made her uncomfortable with the idea of her sexuality.
Still, her anger had turned to revulsion. The idea of being so exposed to the disembodied brain facing her made her skin crawl. Self-consciously, she could imagine its inhuman stare running over her body, from the long legs leading to rounded muscular buttocks and softly curved hips, to the firm high-set conical breasts, one nipple covered by the long, straight black hair flowing over one of her shoulders.
Surely that thing couldn't...
Taking hold once again of her anger, Donna looked down defiantly, clenching her fists. "So, just how do you plan to rape me?"
"What? Rape you? What kind of sauvages do you take us for?" said the Brain, apparently genuinely shocked. "We would never do such a bassesse - such an awful thing! No! You are not expected to do it against your will."
"You expect me to willingly have sex with one of your men?" she asked incredulously.
"Of course. It is just another requisite for the success of our agreement. Merely a brief erotic tableau that we can retain as a bargaining chip, for the future. Surely you can easily do such an inconsequential thing for the sake of your friends, non?"
"Inconsequential? You say that having to endure being used as a piece of meat so you can later blackmail me, is 'inconsequential'?"
"Please, we are not asking you to "endure" any sort of torture. It would just be sex. Perhaps something a bit risqué in nature, controversial enough to be a public embarrassment if made public, nothing else. Of course, I understand this may be a somewhat distasteful thing for you, but I will care to ensure that you find the act as pleasurable as possible."
"Pleasurable? Don't make me laugh!"
"Oh, give us some credit. You are a young, healthy woman. It will be quite easy to please you sexually. The thing is to find just the right scenario of apparent perversity. How do you feel about sadomasochist games? Or water sports?"
"You inhuman monster, you really think that a woman is just some machine you can turn on? That is so pathetic. Even if I agree to go along with your sick games, I would never find it less than hateful. You..." Donna closed her eyes and swallowed hard. "Get that goon of yours to do whatever needs to be done and let's get it over with."
"Ah, I appreciate the challenge and will gladly prove you wrong, mon enfant. There is no reason why we all cannot make the most out of our brief partnership. Alas, I cannot perform it myself, for obvious reasons. And while I am a voyeur by necessity, Houngan is one by choice. He finds direct participation quite distasteful, and thus prefers only to watch. Still, you will surely appreciate his contribution, since you seem to need help in getting into the mood."
"What do you mean?"
"Houngan is an expert in the workings of the nervous and sensory systems, daring to mix advanced science with traditional Voodoo. I recruited him for my own interests, but his talents have many interesting applications," said the Brain before addressing the man called Houngan in rapid French.
Houngan replied at length, smiling broadly, while producing from a pocket a small metal figurine and a thin, pencil-like pointer. The "head" of the figurine held a lock of shiny black hair.
"Believe me," said the Brain, to Wonder Girl. "This works better than flowers, wine, dancing, and Barry White music".
"What do you -???" Wonder Girl began to ask, before cutting herself short as she suddenly felt something akin to an electric current run in a flash through her body, from toes to head. The sensation was repeated, as Houngan ran again his pointer gently over the length of the metal figurine.
"The figurine is locked to your nervous system, by a sympathetic field established through a small sample of your hair. Amazing, is it not?" the Brain said, the synthetic voice somehow conveying smugness.
"This cannot -" started Donna, before she felt a strange warmth invade her, while strangely pleasant tingling sensations fleetingly surfaced on diverse parts of her body. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief. No one was touching her, yet she felt almost imperceptible caresses running softly along the backs of her legs, brushing lightly the nape of her neck, drawing delicate spirals on both her buttocks.
She looked incredulously at Houngan, as he ran his pointer slowly over the figurine, with the deft precision of an artist, his actions mirrored on her self. It was as if invisible hands were expertly running over her, both caressing and teasing, somehow draining the tension from her muscles, relaxing her with uncanny efficiency, while also hinting at forthcoming pleasures.
She shifted her weight uneasily from feet to feet, as she felt her body responding slowly to the stimulation.
"How did you learn to do this?," she asked, bewildered.
"I have been for quite some time experimenting with fashioning proper bodies to reside in. The freedom from certain crude aspects of the flesh is nice, but I do miss some irreplaceable aspects of my original humanity."
Her lips tingled, as she felt an insubstantial kiss on them. Her tongue, too, soon joined the feeling.
"I could easily inhabit a humanoid artificial body like that of my former foe Robotman, from the old Doom Patrol. But the sensory interfaces are quite limited, and I find such mockeries repugnant."
Invisible hands ran through her long neck, like an a sensuous, taunting massage from a skilled lover.
"Just as I use various mechanical vessels depending upon need, I wish to create a series of organic bodies that I can access with my mind, while my basic self remains safe elsewhere. Cloning a copy of my original body would be too limiting, and I think mind transfer methods to be suspect. Placing a copy of my mind in a body is not my idea of continued consciousness, and brain transplants are too risky to be used regularly."
She held back a sigh as she felt a soft caress daringly run over the skin of her inner thighs.
"My funding of Houngan's research on remote sensory control and manipulation has produced most promising results. Useful, too, don't you agree?"
Throughout the Brain's explanations, Wonder Girl had stood in astounded silence, while Houngan's uncanny ministrations had made her feel as if her whole body was an instrument being tuned by an expert musician. The feelings had gradually grown into clear, undeniable pleasure, and she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.
It did feel good.
The phantom touch was so gentle, feathery even, that she almost felt like she could ignore it, if she had wanted to. Instead, the sensation in its soft, diaphanous way, made her want it to continue, to go on, but the delicious tease also made her to want more. She actually began to feel restless, impatient for the feeling to become more substantial.
Too good.
"Stop it, I don't -" she said softly, before a sudden sharp flash of pleasure made her gasp in surprise. It had been as if a knife had cut through her core in an instant of exquisite delight. She could not even isolate where it had originated.
"You do not like it? Seems like Houngan needs to do better. More practice is needed, perhaps."
"No, I...", replied Wonder Girl blushing. It now felt as if unseen hands and lips were running over the surface of her breasts and navel, kissing her softly, tenderly. The other caresses on her legs and buttocks still remained, but muted, not seeking to compete with the shifting focus. "It is a pleasant sensation, I do admit it, but-"
"Then relax and enjoy it, ma chérie."
Wonder Girl did not reply, as she closed again her eyes and let her senses drink of the delicate caresses stimulating her.
She was indeed enjoying it. Whatever Houngan did was certainly working. Her nipples were noticeably hard already, and she could feel the dampness growing in her sex, as her breathing became more and more labored. That her arousal was doubtlessly obvious to her captors both embarrassed her and somehow fueled even more her intense excitement. She had not been so deliciously conscious of her body since the last time Kory had shared her bed. And she had not been really touched at all. No one had yet lain a hand on her.
Still it was wrong. Despite the Brain's courteous formality, Donna not fooling herself. She was being artificially stimulated, her nerves played by whatever sorcery or science that man wielded. She was held, bound and naked, in a villain's lair, being coerced into going along with a devious plan by people she was convinced she could not trust.
It was not right for her to enjoy this.
She could not let this go on, she decided.
"No. Stop. I cannot do this. I don't want to," she said reluctantly. "Stop it now, please."
"But I thought you enjoyed it?" replied the Brain, while Houngan looked up frowning, his hand in mid-stroke.
"Yes. No. I mean, I do not want to enjoy it," she admitted, blushing fiercely, trying to hold back a soft sigh of regret as she felt the pleasure starting to fade away. "This is just completely wrong. I cannot do it."
"You do not wish to aid your friends, then?"
"Yes!" she said, biting her lip. The withdrawal of her pleasure was almost like a concrete, painful blow. Was this how addicts felt? She had to control herself. "If that is what needs to be done, I will do it. I will spread my legs for whomever you want, and let him fuck me. But I do not want to enjoy it. I cannot enjoy it."
"But that is absurd!" replied the Brain, his synthesized voice showing true bafflement. "Even under business circumstances, if sex can provide pleasure, why shouldn't it do so?"
"You are villains. It is just not right," she said, her breathing still heavy with the fading desire.
"Oh, spare me the simplistic moralizing! I cannot let you go free until I am sure that you will follow our agreement. To do so I need you to have sex. Why should you not experience pleasure then if you can? Would you prefer to have some mindless thug brutally violate you?"
"No, but-" she said, blushing again.
"I would refuse to have that. It would not be chevaleresque. Worse, it would be really stupid," the Brain continued. "Pleasure should be cherished. Do you have any idea of how much I wish to again enjoy carnal delights? Do you mean to deliberately insult me?"
Donna could only stare, speechless for a while. "No. I don't," she said.
"Merci. I would not wish to deal with irrational people. You are young and naive. I can understand your being uncomfortable and thus, somewhat reluctant. But please, let's not waste time with foolishness. We all have more important things to do, don't we?"
Wonder Girl looked at the grotesque being facing her, feeling both angry and ashamed at once. "Go ahead. It doesn't mean a thing, you understand. I do this only because I must, but I do not like it. Even if you can manipulate my body, it is only a physical thing."
"Mon Dieu! Of course it is only physical! What else was it supposed to be? A love affair?" Rotating on its axis, the Brain addressed Houngan in exasperation: "Les américaines sont-elles toutes aussi connes?" (1)
Houngan answered only with a shrug and an amused smile, as he resumed his stimulation of the young girl's nubile body. He preferred to focus on his work, and the dark-haired beauty was a magnificent specimen. Her sexual repressions were just another factor to consider in his manipulation, as he concentrated on the task of fanning anew her desires.
Donna gasped as she felt Houngan take control of her senses again, making the fading pleasure return with renewed urgency. Her breasts heaved sensuously as her breathing grew heavier, her stiff nipples aching while invisible caresses circled her aureoles tauntingly, denying the erect buds direct stimulation.
They are making me feel this way. It is not real, she reminded herself, even as she felt her nipples burn with sudden, intense pleasure, only to recede an instant later. She felt her legs tremble as gentle caresses on her inner thighs flowed slowly to her pubis, flooding her with inexorable warmth. Holding her hands bunched tightly into fists, she focused on her anger and indignation, even as her excitement increased, trying to resist the urge to touch herself. She would not give them that satisfaction, she had decided. No matter how much she desired it.
The Brain then discussed at some length with the still busy Houngan. Their words seemed to fade away as Wonder Girl felt her excitement reach even higher levels. It was like receiving simultaneously all kinds of caresses, experiencing all methods of foreplay. It was delicious, and growing still.
She moaned out loud, as she stumbled slightly, her legs wanting to buckle under a strong wave of delight, as her sex began to ache with an almost painful need.
"You seem to be already in a very suitable state. Très bien. However, fascinating as is the sight of such a beautiful girl enjoying pleasure, we need something a bit more compromising. Are you sure you are not interested in the um, canine option? I understand some types can be ah, quite vigorous."
Donna refused to acknowledge this. She bit back her moans and glowered at the villains, not deigning to answer.
"Oh, well. It would have been interesting. Now, the available options are a bit limited. Of my other associates, one is not really interested in women, and another, well, is kind of a last option, as I find you too likable to wish her preferences upon you."
"Get whoever you want, I-," Donna stammered as the fire burning inside her took her close to the edge. She stiffened as the pleasure became almost painful in its intensity for a brief instant, only to then retreat tauntingly. "I don't care", she completed breathlessly. Only her full force of will kept her on her feet. No matter who they brought in to use her body, she had decided to ignore it, to let whatever was necessary happen, and not allow it to affect her. She would be fully impassible.
"But surely you..."
"Just get someone to fuck me. Now." she said, her voice almost a growl.
"The other two options are certainly suitable for our intentions, visually" the Brain said. "But Mallah, who was who I originally counted with, is still quite busy with your alien friend, I believe. And from what I saw, he may be rather spent afterwards. And I am not sure if you are physically capable of coupling with Plasmus..."
"What?"
"Just how would you rate your level of invulnerability, with your powers not neutralized?"
"What did you say? About my friend? Starfire?" asked Donna in a throaty rasp, trying to ignore the pleasures frying her senses, focusing her will on her concern for her friend, even as her whole body was crying out for release. "What have you done to her?"
"Oh, I hadn't told you? Your friend agreed quite readily to cooperate with her own part of the guarantee. Very reasonable girl. Actually surprised me by asking for Mallah outright."
"You bastards, you also made Ko-Starfire go through this?" said Donna, biting her lip, as she fixed her gaze on the Brain.
"Oh, no. No need for it. Lots of enthusiasm from the start. They may even be still at it. Care to watch?"
Before Wonder Girl's astounded eyes, a large section of the wall facing her slid aside to reveal a giant video screen. There, she could see the magnificent nude form of Starfire, her huge mane of luxurious hair spread over a large bed, her golden skin glowing with sweat against the backdrop of damp curls and crumpled silken sheets. Looming over her sensuously writhing figure, was a mountain of hairy muscle. His huge hands held her delicate wrists, his thick tongue lapped at the jiggling globes of her full breasts, while he pumped furiously between her long, open legs, making her moan and cry in unmistakable delight.
In seconds, Donna's expression ran from sudden horror, to open-mouthed shock and mute disbelief, to closed-eyed momentary oblivion, as the astounding sight banished her remaining self control and she felt the pleasure that had been pooling inside her body overflow and drown her consciousness.
Crying out in release, Wonder Girl came, and came hard.
As she was overtaken by her intense orgasm, Wonder Girl felt her breath catch in her throat, and she fell to her knees, her body spasming with the throes of her climax, even as she again raised her eyes to stare at the amazing sight of the beautiful alien princess coupling with the enormous creature.
Not every day could you see a close friend and once-lover being furiously fucked by a huge black gorilla, and clearly enjoying it.
"Merde," said Houngan in heavily accented Haitian French, while the beautiful young heroine in front of him moaned softly as her orgasm subsided. The girl had obviously exerted an amazing degree of self-control to repress her reactions, concealing the intensity of her arousal, and misleading him to overdo her stimulation.
Houngan muttered an assortment of curses. Now he had to start all over again.
To be continued... Please send comments or criticism to ksennin@hotPOP.com
(1) "Are all American women as bone-headed as this one?"