Change to Raven: she wakes up and thinks it was all a dream

I had just had the most vivid nightmare I had ever experienced in all my life. It must have been all that junk food beast boy convinced me to eat just before bed. I’ll never eat an atomic tofu chili dog again… ever! I can’t even remember why I did in the first place.

The details of the dream seemed fussy at first, but as I laid motionless in bed the details slowly returned to me.

First there was battle, but then there wasn’t a battle. Some alien or demon or some kind of creature appeared and stopped the fight. He must have been a demon or related to one somehow because he seemed so full of himself. Then…

Then my friends sold me to the fiend, like I was some kind of animal. Then suddenly I was naked and all alone in a cold room. The feeling had been so real; I could still remember feeling the cold cement on my bare butt as I was lying there. Then I was in Deathstroke’s lair and…

I called him master! I called him master after I had given him a blowjob! And I was actually enjoying him using my mouth like a toy! Of course most of the time I had my eyes closed and was pretending it was beast boy’s cock (something that in my weaker moments I’ll admit I had fantasized about) but deep down I knew it was Slade. For one thing beast boy would have been gentler to me while I pleased him and would have cupped my soft, aching breasts ever so lovingly while he quietly complimented me on all the things I was self-conscience about…. At least that’s how it always went in my daydreams.

The most ridicules part about my junk food inspired dream was in the end I actually begged Slade to let me masturbate. For one thing I don’t beg, period. Secondly, I’ve always maintained enough self control to prevent myself from masturbating. There had been times I had really wanted to, like every time Starfire forgot to change the adjustable showerhead off of the “masturbate” setting once she was done with it, but if I would have lost control during my alone time how could I have explained that to people afterwards. “I temporarily lost control of my powers because I was fingering myself.” I’d rather not have to say that thank you!

Plus I have a pet theory that the reason Starfire is so agonizingly cheery is due in part to the amount of times she masturbates in day. I’ll give you a hint: it’s more then you’d think.

As I tried to sit up and get out of bed, I felt a jarring tug on my neck. As I realized my collar had been chained to wall near the bed, it became painfully clear my “dream” had not been a dream at all. All those things that seemed somewhat humorous in dark way when I thought they were part of a dream suddenly became sickening.

There was no clock in this new room, no way to accurately mark the passage of time. I had no idea how long I had been in this dreary place, but it couldn’t have been too long because my mouth was still filled with the after taste of Slade’s cum.

Since all hope was lost, for once in my life I didn’t hold back when tears formed in my eyes. I began to sob loudly, unaware of all the cameras Slade had hidden in my new room.