Based upon the comic book story by Marv Wolfman and George Perez published in New Teen Titans Vol.1 issues #13 to 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.
Garfield Logan knew that this time they were in really deep shit. He had been going through the ducts of the ventilation system for hours, and had yet to find any of the Titans. Already it was growing harder to think rationally. The bait in the last mousetrap had been too damn tempting for comfort. He had to regain human form before long, but he had to find his friends before risking the shape-shift and his possible discovery by Zahl's security.
The Titans were being held somewhere in the complex, he knew, after having overheard two guards discussing the fight that he had missed. But where? He didn't exactly have a map of the place, did he?.
Why couldn't he had recovered consciousness before? he cursed himself, knowing that he could have helped his friends. But the strain of shape-shifting while the winds surrounding the flying fortress tried to blow him off had been too great. He had barely reached the vents before collapsing.
I should have never gone off without the others, damn it. It is all my fault, he thought, as he scurried along the metallic tunnels. They could be torturing them all to death or something while I am lost here.
As far as he knew, he was the only Titan still free. Now it was all up to him.
We are really screwed.
"Robin, is it?"
Dick Grayson lay motionless, strapped to a hard metallic table by thick leather straps. His head lay limp to a side, his now mask-less eyes closed.
"Please, I know you are awake. Let us not play such foolish games, oui?"
Cautiously, Robin opened his eyes. His sight confirmed what he had already deduced from the surrounding noises and smells. The place looked like some kind of infirmary. To a side was a small platform bearing an array of operating utensils. The sharp blades and the strong smell of dried blood and certain chemical compounds hinted ominously at rather grim possibilities. Except for the ventilation source about six feet behind and seven feet above him, the only venue of access appeared to be the metal door eight feet to his left.
"Why would a man dressed all in black, disguised as a bat, choose to dress his assistant as if for carnaval?"
In front of the closed door stood Madame Rouge, motionless except for the flow of her cigarette's smoke. He had never met her before, but he had accessed her Interpol file at the mission's start. Nasty piece of work. Real name Laura DeMille, former actress. Confirmed murderess of twenty-six. Psych profile diagnosed severe schizophrenia, compounded by trauma of forced mutagenic experimentation to confer artificial superpowers. Metahuman profile listed limited shapeshifting and will-controlled topological morphing, with relatively variable strength levels.
Looks much better in person, though, he thought. Perhaps she used her shape-shifting cosmetically.
"Perhaps you were his only source of fun, eh?" she asked, smiling. "Just how much fun are you, my boy?"
Robin sighed, resenting the "boy" bit much more than the usual jab at his relationship with the Batman. He was used to the latter, after the damn book by that crackpot shrink. He just ignored it. But when the hell would they all stop considering him a kid? It was worse than trying to get the press to lose the "Teen" part for the Titans.
Must be the damned skimpy shorts, he thought. I really need a new costume.
"Where are-" Robin began.
"Your companions?" interrupted Rouge, walking with a languid, sensuous pace towards Robin, her full red lips forming a delicate pout as she blew a smoke ring with casual indifference. "All are still alive, thanks to those impressive last minute piloting skills. Zahl wanted to finish the job, as usual, but perhaps you kids can be of some use."
"Zahl always wants to get rid of those who stand in his way, no? No matter who they are, or how useful they may be?" asked Robin, measuring his words carefully. He had obviously been strip searched, as some soreness in certain parts indicated. They had taken not only his utility belt, but also his hidden lock picks. His tests of the straps' strength had also been discouraging. He had to talk his way out of this one.
"Smart boy," Rouge said, her smile appearing less elaborate and artificial than before. Walking by his side, her fingertips ran slowly over the bare skin of Robin's left leg, from the top of the short green boots, over the muscular thigh, to the edge of the green brief shorts. "Creating dissent among the enemy is always useful, yes." She took the cigarette again to her mouth, the red lips appearing to enclose the thin paper-coated length with deliberate slowness.
"But you need to do better than that," she said, blowing smoke with a playful smile at the young man's face. She then leaned over the table and rested her head and shoulder on Robin's leg, looking at his face, her cheek pressed against his thigh. "Much better", she added, taking the glowing end of the cigarette to his exposed flesh. With delicate, almost loving care, she pressed it to the smooth skin until its fire died.
Robin remained impassive. He had been interrogated before. It would take a lot more than a few cigarette burns to break him. Just what the hell did she want?
"Ah, bien," Rouge said, leaning closer over Robin, her torso sliding slowly from his leg to his groin and to his chest, her left leg rising over the table's side to run over his. Reclining over him, she placed her elbows on his chest, her long raven-black ponytail falling over one shoulder to rest over him, her half-closed eyes seeking his with a look of seeming boredom. "I like boys that do not cry. You will not cry, won't you, boy?"
Robin was beginning to really worry. The dame was really nuts. "Shouldn't you have us all in some sort of high-tech trap? Devolving us into primitive forms or something along those lines?"
"You read too many historiettes," she said, pressing her body against him, her leg rubbing along his. Even through the metal mesh fabric of her bodysuit, Robin could feel her curves. She was in pretty good shape, he realized.
"Please tell me you won't cry", she insisted, as she slid over him, sinuously, until her face was above his, and slowly she brought her blood-red lips over his, brushing them lightly for a instant before biting down on Robin's lower lip, drawing blood.
Robin blinked but held his control.
"I will get mad if you cry," whispered Rouge in his ear, her breath lingering there while her right arm elongated unnaturally towards the nearby instrument tray, taking a sharp scalpel.
Oh, shit, thought Robin.
"You would not like it when I am mad", Rouge continued, sliding down and to a side, cocking an elbow on the table, and supporting her head on a hand, while she ran the scalpel in playful circles over Robin's chest, cutting the fabric with frightening ease. Then, with casual flicks of her wrist, she cut off the shirt's frontal fastenings, each motion also nicking the flesh beneath, and opened completely the shirt, exposing the hairless muscular chest. Without taking her gaze off his eyes, she smiled and began to graze around Robin's left nipple with the scalpel's sharp point.
Shit-shit-shit- thought Robin, while keeping his face unresponsive. He began to focus on his breathing, seeking the mind state needed to detach himself from pain if she started mutilating him.
However, apparently satisfied with Robin's restrain, Rouge looked down, running the scalpel now downwards, over his taut stomach, the sharp edge leaving a red scratch in its path, stopping just over his groin.
Oh-SHIT!!!!... he thought, swallowing hard, as the scalpel began to nick at the elastic waistband. Now THAT would need just too much damn detachment.
"Nice shorts", Rouge said, with a smile, as she slid the scalpel beneath the sparse fabric and cut it from waist to leg on both sides of his hips, flipping it off them with a flourish.
Rouge raised her eyebrows.
"Boy Wonder indeed."
With a furious act of will, Garfield focused his mind onto a different pattern. He could not reshape his body arbitrarily, as the big green dude from the Justice League seemed to do. He had to change to real, stable organisms he had already mastered.
He knew he could not yet become human again. The corridors below were surely full of surveillance devices, besides the guard details. But needed something with a capacity for a higher level of consciousness, that could still fit inside the ducts. He just had to hold his brains together for a while longer.
With painful effort, he changed from mouse to cat.
He felt the mental pressure ease slightly, and knew that he was only delaying the inevitable, but he could not lose hope. He could still save them all.
Yeah, and I'll sure get into Starbabe's steel panties tonight...
"You are not circumcised, I see. Bien. Cleaner, oui, but I understand some sensitivity is lost, and I like sensitivity", Rouge said, while she ran the flat of the scalpel's blade over the length of Robin's penis. With a careful motion she then slid the blade's tip slowly from foreskin to the base, leaving a red line in its wake. "Don't you agree?"
Robin winced, but held back a complaint. Any sign of pain may goad her on. Yet if she had already begun to draw blood, he knew it would likely get ugly soon anyway.
"Oooh... Look at what I did. Mommy was careless and hurt the boy," she mocked, her gloved finger brushing the shallow cut, gathering a small drop of blood. After examining it for an instant, Rouge's tongue licked clean her fingertip with deliberate slowness.
"Mommy must then kiss it and make it better," she whispered, leaning down and putting her soft lips to the tip of the penis. She then opened her mouth and ran her tongue slowly over the red bloody scratch, from top to base, and back again.
"Must make it a lot better," she added, licking her lips.
Robin opened his eyes wide.
The young woman called Raven was kept drugged. Her empathic senses swam with a myriad distorted resonances from the emotions all around her, unable to sort out her own thoughts from the unfiltered jumble of hates, fears, and lusts filling the flying fortress. In such a state, Raven could not dare to reach for others, or risk the danger of transdimensional displacement.
If she had been restrained only physically, Raven could have freed her soul-self, but the muddled state of mind the drugs induced prevented her from reaching the concentration level needed to effect the separation of soul and body. Even through the chemical fog, she knew what was happening, but was powerless to act.
Deep beneath her confusion, the fury and bloodlust of her repressed demonic heritage began to grow stronger, her perfectly disciplined self-control forcibly weakened by the mind-altering drugs.
Still she refused to give in. She could not let the essence of her father, the demon Trigon, possess her soul. Even if that meant she could neither attempt to escape herself or to aid her friends, all her remaining will had to focus on her inner struggle. There was no other way.
Damn, she is great, though Robin. Haven't had anyone this good since Catwoman.
Rouge's mouth swallowed completely the engorged head of his phallus, her tongue caressing the soft skin at the base of the glans, while her hands worked the shaft and scrotum with undeniable talent.
He had not wanted to get hard, really. This woman was homicidally insane. Not the kind of person you want to have your cock in her mouth, but there was not that much he could really do. And the woman really knew what she was doing.
He had not put up that much of a resistance, however. The last couple of months having Koriand'r around already had him in an almost permanent state of horniness. In the old days they all had the hots for Donna; Wally, Roy, Garth, and him. And she had always flirted playfully with the four of them. But that was kid stuff compared to the way Kory seemed to melt his nerves every time she smiled at him. Somehow she was always accidentally brushing against him with that stunning body of hers and it was driving him nuts. There was only so much that cold showers could do.
In such a state, when Rouge had began to work on lil' Dick, he could not help but react. He was only human. Rouge was pretty good looking, too, he acknowledged, for an insane murderess. Also, this meant he was still being "of use". That gave him time. Iyeasu Tokugawa's basic strategy had been to always delay, to gain time. Time was life. Time opened up opportunities.
But if she keeps it up like this, I'll be finished in no time, Robin thought, regretfully trying to focus his mind away from the pleasure of Rouge's expert oral ministrations. Batman had always insisted that he learn the mental disciplines that complemented the more physical aspects of the oriental martial arts. But he surely had never suspected that they would ever be needed during a Blowjob. Yet it was either that or going over baseball stats.
Rouge then slid her lips down, in a slow spiraling motion, until she almost reached the shaven base of his member. She then retreated slowly while sucking with relish, and after a bit, she moved all the way to the base again, her lips and tongue working wonders.
God, she can certainly swallow, Robin recognized, groaning as she deep-throated his complete length, no small feat considering his size. Even Talia, despite her great talent and skills, had gagged at certain point. But Rouge seemed to cherish every inch. It felt as if her mouth and throat contracted around him with each sucking action, tightening around all the surface.
Damn! Why are the villain chicks always the best lays? he thought.
Wonder Girl breathed deeply, feeling the hot water run over her body, washing away the sweat and other fluids covering her. She soaped herself carefully, going gingerly over her tender nether parts. She would be sore all day, she knew, even with her enhanced recuperative powers. She had needed quite a while to even gather enough strength to stand up.
As she ran her fingers through her hair, under the shower's spray, she knew that every fiber of her being was demanding further rest. Not every day did she go through things like what she had just experienced. But she could not afford to. Dick and the others needed them. The shower had to be enough to regain her energy. It had to. They had already wasted too much time already.
She stepped out of the shower, and looked down, unsure of whether to meet or not Kory's eyes. Her friend and lover was finishing toweling herself off, a jet of hot air from a wall-mounted device trying in vain to dry her huge amounts of beautiful curly hair.
The replacement of her costume was in the nearby bench, next to Kory's own metallic attire, as accurate as the Brain had promised. Only her black boots seemed to be her original ones, but the worn leather had been cleaned and made to shine again.
"Hurry up," Kory said, sitting down to put her own boots on. "They are expecting us down the hallway."
Donna nodded, looking away from Kory's spectacular figure, feeling guilt at the fading scratches and bites on the golden skin, which she knew were not result of combat. She had enjoyed the recent sex even more than their first experimentations last week at their shared apartment. Being entered by those -things- while Kory made love to her, knowing that the villains were watching them, had given her pleasure an edge she had known only once before.
Donna sighed. Why did sex involving their enemies seem to always be so much more exciting and satisfying?
Rouge's tongue slid from Robin's perineum to his scrotum, sucking each testicle gently, leaving his balls coated in her saliva. She then slowly licked back up his shaft, running teasing circles with the tip of her tongue around the edge of his glans, before finally taking the head fully in her mouth.
Robin breathed in deeply, his eyes tightly closed as Rouge began to suck him again powerfully, taking in all of his length while her hand fondled his testicles and the sensitive skin behind it. As she bobbed up and down on him, her saliva flowing to the base of his member, her mouth and throat seemed to wrap and envelop him, like no other had ever done, taking him in down her throat at impossible depths.
She had to be shapeshifting her mouth and throat around him. There was no way this was normal, he knew, as he groaned in irresistible pleasure.
Fuck, I give up, thought Robin, losing the battle to detach himself from Rouge's actions. It is just too much.
His hips seemed to gain independent life as he buckled up, seeking to thrust into her mouth. He wanted to fuck her face, to fill her throat with his come, to have her swallow all his jism and lick his dick clean afterwards. This had to be the best damn blowjob of his entire life.
And then she stopped.
"Uh?" Robin said, beyond any eloquence, He had been just about to come, his penis trembling with pre- release tension. Yet Rouge had stopped, her right thumb and index fingers closed unnaturally elongated to close tightly in a vise-like grip around the thick base of his cock.
"Not yet, boy," Rouge said in a whisper, her red tongue licking her moist lips next to the quivering tip of his engorged penis. "I cannot have all that nice crème on my face, either. It would ruin my make-up."
Robin was speechless, his breath coming in short gasps. He felt ready to explode. This was truly inhuman cruelty. He had not wanted it so badly since that one time with Barbara. He cursed himself. He had played right into Rouge's hands, letting her get to him. Now, she just had to kill him, and laugh at his pathetic ass. This had to be fate's punishment for his having been such a jerk when Babs had also refused to let him come in her mouth.
"Also, we cannot have it all end too soon, no?" Rouge said, clenching tightly until the throbbing in his penis subsided. "You have not earned the right to finish."
With a fluid elasticity completely impossible in normal anatomies, Rouge seemed to slide out of her outfit, the metal plates and mesh dropping off as if shed skin. Moving sensuously over his body, she went from straddling his chest to a squatting position, lowering her sex mere inches away from his face.
"Let's see if you can earn it," Rouge said.
Wonder Girl strode firmly into the room, her chin held high. The Brain was there, and Houngan, now wearing a garish costume. The ape was also present, wearing belts with weaponry and pouches of ammunition. The others were new to her, a small, nervous man in yellow spandex, a grotesque humanoid-shaped mass of pink goo, and a tall, slender woman dressed in green. She knew that most likely all of them had seen her submitting to the Brain's demands, but despite her feelings of shame, she would not give any of them the satisfaction of seeing her lower her eyes. She had only done what she had to do.
Phobia sneered at the young do-gooders. They would not walk so proudly after she was through with them, she thought. It would be so satisfying to break that foolish naïveté and over-confidence. She cursed the Brain's orders and his idiotic ideas of honorable behavior. Perhaps only a sudden aversion to silicon? she thought with a smile.
Big-titted whores. Deserve to fuck their tight cunts as much as anyone, Plasmus thought, grumbling to himself in German.
Mallah exchanged smiles with Starfire. He had been told of her later exploits, and had been truly astonished. He still felt as if he had been drained of all vigor, and yet she seemed to be bouncing with energy. Perhaps he was just growing too old for this merde, he mused. Tired as he felt, it was likely that he would get stupidly shot and killed during the coming attack.
Starfire walked up to Mallah, and hugged casually one of his massive arms. "Wonder Girl, this is Mallah," she said smiling. "Mallah, this is my best friend, Do-Wonder Girl," she added, completing the introductions, as the equally surprised heroine and gorilla looked at each other uncomfortably. This sort of thing was just not in normal hero-villain protocol.
"Enchanté, mademoiselle" growled Mallah in a deep voice, bowing slightly, very aware of Starfire's arm around his, and how her breast pressed against his arm even through the metal cup of her top.
To hell with it all. Even if he got killed, it had been worth it, he decided.
"Likewise," said Wonder Girl with no inflection, How could Kory have done it? she thought, looking uneasily at the enormous creature. Ability to speak or not, it was an animal. But was it really any worse to be possessed by a beast than by cold, uncaring machines?
She looked away, dismissing such thoughts. There was no time for meaningless questions. "Can we get to it? We have already wasted too much time with your games," Wonder Girl stated, looking at the Brain. "My friends must better be alright."
"Well, the debriefing shall be brief," the Brain said. "Warp shall open a path to the control room of the complex. In such close quarters their numbers will work against them. Our new allies here will engage the guards present, aided by Plasmus, clearing the path for Mallah, Houngan and Phobia. Phobia, you will incapacitate all the technicians present. Make them afraid of technology. Mallah and Houngan will then disable the communications hub for the troops and connect my remote access linkup to the main system."
"When do we kill Zahl and his whore?" Plasmus interrupted.
"Once I have taken over their systems, I will seal off the control room, with Houngan and Warp shall hold the position. Houngan shall monitor the system link, and Warp shall remain ready for evacuate. If Zahl and Rouge are not in the control room at the time of engagement, Mallah, Phobia and Plasmus will seek them out, helped by Wonder Girl and Starfire," the Brain elaborated. "Once Zahl and Rouge have been located, our charming young allies will be free to seek out their friends."
"If we free them before that, they may help us find Zahl and Rouge, and fight their troops," said Wonder Girl.
"Not reliable enough a possibility. They may be incapacitated. Once I have taken over the system, I can search the complex for their location, and will provide you with the data. After our enemies are located."
Starfire saw Donna tense and knew that her friend was furious at having to submit to the bodiless one's orders. She did not like it herself, as she felt more worried about Richard with each passing moment. Also, the way the woman with the cold eyes looked at her also made her skin crawl. But there was an agreement, and warrior's honor demanded that it be kept. Anyway, there were always ways to goad the other side into breaking faith first.
Wonder Girl clenched her fists tight. They could spend hours searching that place. Like it or not, the Brain was calling the shots. Arguing would only lose more time.
"Ok, let's do it," she said.
A lot can happen during a fight, you arrogant buxom brats, Phobia thought.
It was not easy at all. No hands were allowed, obviously, and his head had very limited range of motion, being strapped down as he was. He would nurse one hell of a neck pain afterwards. But it looked as if he was doing an acceptable job, nonetheless, as Rouge moans became louder and more frequent.
Madame Rouge arched her back, her eyes closed in delight, as Robin sucked and licked her pussy with admirable skill. His talented tongue probed inside her, tasting her copious fluids. It caressed around the clitoris expertly, refusing yet to directly touch the bud protruding significantly from its hood, teasing with the promise of full stimulation.
The boy is a natural, Rouge thought with a smile. And clearly benefited from proper training, too. He sought not only to provide pleasure, but also to regulate its development. He seeks to gain advantage, Rouge thought as she felt waves of pleasure flow from her core. Smart. But a game that can be played by two.
She tightened her grip on his erect penis, her arm stretched back in what would have been an awkward angle for a normal woman. She had been pumping slowly the large organ, even as he pleasured her. Her manipulation had keep him hard all the while, the foreskin sliding over the engorged glans with each slow stroke of her hand. But she now increased the tempo of her strokes as she felt her own excitement grow. Her fingers morphed around the thick shaft, enveloping it like a tight-fitting sleeve, almost a second skin.
Rouge moved forward, and Robin, understanding her desire, moved his tongue to lick the tender area between the vagina and anus, and then caressed the puckered anal entrance itself. He was not crazy about licking assholes, in truth, but most women seemed to enjoy it, and he was not in a position where he could afford to be squeamish. Thankfully Rouge proved as lies all those offensive jokes about the habits of European women. She was also perfectly shaved, something which Robin always found exciting, and he did not need to worry about her fluids being deadly, like with Poison Ivy. He could certainly be in much worse situations.
The young hero felt his penis begin to throb under the increasingly urgent handjob Rouge was giving him. He then moved up the slit again, and after some preliminary teasing, he began to work on her clitoris directly, softly brushing it with his tongue. Rouge shuddered over him in response, as he gently began to suck and lick the sensitive hard nub. To his astonishment, the clitoris seemed to grow larger as he caressed it, while Rouge began to moan louder and vocalize softly in French.
Damn! It IS getting bigger! Robin thought, amazed, as the clit clearly responded to his attention, growing with each flick of his tongue. Robin took it between his lips, and soon it was almost the size of a thumb, pulsing, as he sucked on it insistently. Shapeshifters were really something else, Robin thought, his own excitement growing with the extraordinary situation.
Rouge's legs trembled as Robin increased the tempo of his sucking, her anxious breathing heralding her imminent orgasm, while one hand caressed the hard nipples of her small, high-set breasts, and another pumped furiously the hard, throbbing phallus in her grip.
Robin felt as if his penis was about to burst. He had not felt so hard in over a year. He just could not let her back down now, he knew. He really, really needed to come. He then sucked Rouge's clit harder and faster, feeling it elongate in his mouth with each suction. He felt his penis throb more urgently, about to ejaculate. Burning with his need for release, he let his teeth graze the sensitive oversized clit in his mouth.
Rouge's legs seized as she felt herself go over the edge. She cried out and began to shudder powerfully in the throes of orgasmic delight, pressing her sex against Robin's face. As she convulsed, her gripping hand clenched on the hero's hard shaft with unrestrained strength.
Robin gasped, as the furious contraction around the base of his penis blocked his much-needed release, the sudden pain banishing the accumulated pleasure in an excruciating instant. Only the obstruction of Rouge's gushing vagina on his face prevented him from crying out, the damp folds of quivering flesh smothering him.
HOLY SHIT!... he thought, closing his eyes, struggling for breath. This was just too damn much.
Rouge's contractions slowly faded, but she kept her grip tight on Robin's penis, just short of further hurting him, but tight enough to make the pulsing of his denied climax subside. She smiled wickedly.
"Good work, mon cher," she said, her breath still coming short and fast. She then stood up over him, dark shiny hair falling wildly over her flushed face, her arm elongating to retain her grip. Small drops of her sweat and other secretions fell on his face.
"If you are going to kill me, do it now and let's get this over," Robin said through clenched teeth, too pissed to care about anything anymore.
"Oh, no, mon enfant, not yet," she said, licking her lips. "You still have much more to do."
She stepped back, and knelt down above his groin, her hand relaxing her hold on him. She adjusted her position and gently guided his member, still quite erect, aligning it to enter her sex. "We are finally ready for this petit thing to visit, oui?"
Robin blinked twice, and gathered his wits fast. "My belt- There is -ah, protection in my belt," he said.
Rouge laughed loudly. "Always prepared, you are? You do not want to get into trouble, eh?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, but some danger is always so exciting, n'est ce pas? Sometimes we just have to take some risks."
With a short laugh, Rouge placed her hands on Robin's muscular chest for support and closing her eyes, she moved her hips down, her damp sex engulfing his member with exquisite slowness. She moaned as she slid all the way to base, taking his whole length into her hot depths, her nails digging into his flesh.
Robin groaned in appreciation, despite himself. She was a lot tighter than what he could have imagined. Her sex was still dripping wet from her recent orgasm, yet his sore, mistreated member actually hurt with the effort of parting her wet tunnel. But the pain was soon offset by the delicious pleasure of finally sinking all the way into her hot, wet depths. Robin had enjoyed some of the most delectable women in both sides of his profession, but Rouge could compare favorably with most of them.
Rouge then began to move up and down on him slowly, her cunt squeezing and caressing his shaft with amazing expertise, while her body moved sinuously, snake-like, in almost hypnotic rhythms.
"Why Zandia?"
"Uh?" replied Rouge, perplexed.
"Why Zandia?" asked Robin again, trying to focus on something else besides the delicious feel of her pussy around his member. "Why attack an island country in the middle of nowhere? What is there to win? Major military action will also make NATO retaliate."
"Always business, eh?" she said, smiling as she began to use her inner muscles to work on him, feeling his extraordinary girth stretching her tight confines. "Zandia will receive no help from her neighbors or anyone else. It has offered for decades refuge to the world's deadliest criminals. It is rich with the plunder of escaped dictators, terrorists and mercenaries. The governments will not care about who topples a regimen here, until it is too late... You should not care, either, mon cher."
She leaned forward, seeking to rub herself against his pelvis with each motion, beginning to ride him faster, with growing urgency, her hands moving to caress the strong lean muscles in his outstretched arms, her tongue teasing his nipple. She moaned, as she felt him begin to thrust upwards, matching her rhythm, seeking to penetrate even deeper into her.
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Baise-moi, mon cher, fuck me so good..."
She bent down completely and kissed him hungrily. Her teeth bit on his lower lip and pulled hard, drawing blood. She then arched her back and pushed her chest towards his face, offering her breasts to him with almost desperate need. Robin bit hard on the erect nipples, tired of being passive, of playing Mr. Nice Guy. Rouge cried out in delight at his rough treatment. To Robin's shock, the nipple in his teeth began to grow in both size and resilience, as if urging him to bit harder. The breasts themselves became fuller against his face, ballooning into abundant jugs of soft flesh, surpassing even Starfire's exuberance.
"You like them big like this, don't you? Just like that fat half-naked cow with the big hair, no?" rasped Rouge, pressing her expanding chest against him, even as she rode his cock with savage glee.
Robin had stared long enough at Starfire to be convinced that she had no fat at all in her curvy yet firm body, but he did not feel any need to argue with Rouge at this point. He just concentrated on sinking his teeth more aggressively into Rouge's expanded teats, while his member plundered the tight confines of her sex. The soft hot flesh of her core seemed to both clench and suck him as he slid in and out, as if combining all the best features of both mouth and vagina.
Shapeshifters were really something else, Robin thought, as he felt his long-delayed climax approaching, his own excitement raised to levels rarely experienced before. He groaned happily, knowing he would finally climax now, blowing the load whose release Rouge had already denied him twice. He knew, as she trembled in the throes of her own passion, that there would be no more interruptions now, that they would reach orgasm together, and that he would pump her hot cunt full of his come.
Robin felt the shock of a cold shudder of common sense run through his feverish body, as he realized what he was close to doing. Desperate as he was for release, there was no way he could risk coming inside of Rouge. What if he impregnated her? What sort of idiot would conceive a child with a multiple murderess?
He had to hold back, he told himself in panic, realizing that he was instants away from losing it. He had to resist it, and hope that she finished first, and allowed him to ejaculate outside her.
Rouge was screaming now, loudly urging him on with shrill obscenities and growls of pure animalistic nature. What pleasures Rouge had seemed to experience while Robin had practiced cunnilingus on her seemed insignificant compared to her present state of wanton lust. The gutter French she now used was well beyond the scope of Robin's lessons, but her meaning was quite clear, as she screamed her desire in savage frenzy, her body shaking as if riding a buckling bronco.
"No, no, no..." Robin whispered between clenched teeth.
"BAISE-MOI!!!! AAAHHH!!!!"
"Coño... She musta be killin' a ese poor cabrón in der," said one guard in heavy Cuban accent, shifting his weight uneasily from one foot to the other.
"Damned wanker took his time to break," answered the other one, trying without success to scratch himself through the armor's metal mesh. "Must respect the kid for that. I would've talked long ago just for a chance to scratch me bloody arse."
The first guard nodded. That Rouge woman was one fine-looking culo, but she was scary as hell. If the screams finally becoming audible through the thick metal door of the examination room were any indication, the sorry desgraciado was being given one hell of a treatment.
"Fuck that bitch, yes! Fuck her! Fuck that dirty sloppy cunt raw! Shove your cock hard into that slut's tight cunt till she screams for mercy! FUCK HER!" General Zahl grunted in German, eyes fixed on the giant screen before him.
With a groan, Zahl ejaculated, his meager semen splattering on the wall-to-wall carpet of his private quarters and on his own trousers, bunched on the floor. A tube of vaseline fell from his grasp as he felt his muscles go limp in his orgasmic convulsions.
His penis now flaccid in his hand, Zahl looked up in disgust at the spectacle of his ally, Madame Rouge, still busy bouncing up and down over the tied-up so-called hero, stuffing herself with his obscene cock, her sweaty naked body shaking and tossing with her lust. Soon he would teach her, he decided. He would fuck her until she bled. He would have all his troops rape her before he killed her. Damned woman thought she could look down on him, tease him with her indifference, and then flaunt herself, fucking a prisoner. He would teach her, he would.
Zahl tried to stand up in surprise as the alarms began to wail urgently, and fell down in a clumsy heap, trousers still around his ankles.
Robin struggled with every iota of determination against the lust consuming the most basic fibers of his being, fighting to stop his hips from thrusting up into Rouge's exquisite cunt. He had to force his mind away. Had to focus on sobering thoughts. Bruce's disapproving eyes, his mentor's look of hurt and disappointment when finding him in Talia's bed.
She was so damned good.
Donna, Dinah, Barbara, Kory... What would they all think of him, having sex with an evil, homicidal villain? How would all of them despise him for such a thing, for giving in to such weakness. It would betray Donna's confidence in him, convince Barbara once and for all that he was nothing but a jerk, ruin any hope he could ever have with Kory... It...
It was just too damned good to resist.
Feeling his will slip away as his carnal instincts bitch-slapped his reason, Robin looked up, and felt his stomach knot.
Above him, Rouge cried out in ecstasy as she lost herself to a sense-shattering orgasm. As she arched her back in a powerful spasm of pleasure, her nails raking bloody trails on his chest, she changed.
The huge orbs her breasts had become turned into shapeless masses of flesh flapping wildly around, her features distorted grotesquely, and everywhere on her body her flesh rippled and bulged, until the once-beautiful villainess became a dough-like parody of a woman. Robin's horror lasted a fraction of a second before he gasped in pain, as he felt his penis being wrenched by Rouge's out of control inner muscles, her sex abruptly twisting and shifting around him as she convulsed in her climax, losing all control of her body.
Still, despite the pain and sudden revulsion, Robin was just too far gone, and with one final contraction, he came, flooding Rouge with his seed, pumping burst after burst of semen into her depths.
"Oh-FUCK!"
Rouge's screams of pleasure and Robin's groan of defeat were then drowned out by the sudden high-pitched wail of the alarm system.
To be continued in THE TRUCE PART 4: ALL'S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR Please send comments or criticism to ksennin@hotPOP.com