Day 25 - Edging - Teen Titans

Black Jack turned to look at who was on his trail and almost laughed. It was the girl, and not the one that came from another planet and had powers that hadn’t been fully documented. It was the one who seemed a little too into Poe and who had the far more powerful demon as her dad. If he’d been there, Jack might have been afraid. But this was a teenage girl, albeit powerful, who was going to find how out of her league she was in a second. He wondered if he might decide to have some fun with her, even.

“You?” He scoffed, “You’re coming here alone? I guess my diversion worked better than expected.”

“It did,” She responded in a voice like a long sour brass note, “But you might wish it hadn’t.”

“You really think I’m scared of you? Even if you could touch me, you can’t hurt me.”

“Yes, I’m well aware of your immunity to pain,” Raven droned. “We had a whole planning session on how to work around that.”

“Isn’t that nice. What plan did you come up with? I’ll let you know if it would have worked, since you won’t get a chance to try it.”

“We each came up with a different plan,” She pulled her hood tighter over her face, trying to hide more of it in shadow, “Robin thought he would be able to convince you.”

“I’m not sure if that’s more cute or insulting.”

“I told him it wouldn’t work,” Raven nodded, “Cyborg suggested sensory deprivation, Starfire suggested force-feeding you gross food.”

“Both of those ideas count on you ever getting your hands on me,” He crossed his arms to hide that he had started spreading out salt. Odds were she was going to try to get a demon of some kind for help, no way she thought she could take him alone.

“I told them that as well. Beast Boy was actually the closest to having a good plan, he suggested getting your scent and chasing you until you were too exhausted to keep running.”

“That’s not bad,” Jack shrugged, “But as soon as I’d had a chance to rest up, I’d just break out of wherever you were holding me and it’d start all over again. I’m an unstoppable force.”

“That’s why I told them my idea was the only one that would actually work, we can’t rely on anybody else stopping you.”

“And your idea was?” Jack crouched and waited for something around him to start moving.

“Get you to stop yourself.”

He relaxed ever so slightly as he looked at her incredulously.

“That’s it? How did you intend to do that? Scare me?”

“In a sense.”

She took a step back into the darkness and suddenly might as well have not been there. It was a pretty effective hiding technique, even his thermal goggles were having trouble picking her up. He stepped out into the view of one of the big factory windows where the moonlight gave him a space of complete vision and kept looking, hand resting on one of the pocket-sized explosives he kept on his belt. He saw a thermal flash but realized it was too small to be her somewhere between grabbing the bomb and triggering it.

Everything darkened suddenly, a cloud slicing across the eye of the moon, and then the shadows seemed to surge up toward him. He threw the bomb out where they seemed to be coming from and watched it freeze in the air.

It had become a level of dark which one can’t truly understand until one has seen it in person. Even the remnants of the room around him, the perspective view of the bomb and the lingering streaks of light from the factory floor were only burnt afterimages, retina smears. Jack reached out his hands and couldn’t see them, touched nothing. He took a step one way and then the other. Even slamming face-first into something in the dark would have been reassuring, but nothing came up toward him. Then he turned and made out something in the distance and the dark. Moving toward it slowly at first but picking up the pace as the distance between him and it only seemed to keep going. Until, finally, almost by accident, he arrived there. Raven sat in a chair in the dark and read a book, not even looking at him.

“The fuck is this?” Jack gasped.

“You’re unstoppable, right?” She turned the page, “I stopped you.”

He reached out toward her and the chair seemed to move away as he did. He took another step toward it and reached out again, again to no success.

“This is it? You’re just going to keep me here until your team shows up?”

“Not exactly,” Raven seemed to speak as slowly as possible and turned the page even slower.

“Then what?”

“I intend to keep you here until you give up.”

“Give up what? The location of my loot? The person who told me to steal from your team?”

Raven shrugged and turned the page.

“You really think you’re going to be able to bore me into talking?”

“Doesn’t have to be boring,” She rasped, “I was smart enough to bring a book. You probably should have thought to do the same.”

“This is just your dad’s dimension, isn’t it?”

“It’s my room, yeah.”

“Then there has to be a way out of here. Even if it just takes me to your daddy.”

“You’ll never find it. You could look for years and not get any closer.”

“Then I’ll look. You think you’re going to stop me?”

“The only one who can stop you is you.” She turned another page.

Jack turned and set out in the direction a complete one hundred and eighty degrees from the chair and the girl. Walking on pure blackness that felt for all the world like paved concrete under his feet, not even raising his arms out in front of him. Walking until his legs ached, walking until he needed to sit down and then rising again to keep walking. Walking until his thighs chafed and his body demanded sleep. Then laying down, dozing off, waking up with no sense of how long he’d been asleep, and walking some more.

Every time he turned back, she was still sitting in her chair reading.

“Alright, what the fuck is this?”

“You asked that three days ago.”

“Not three days, I only slept once.”

“It wasn’t?” She yawned performatively, “It’s hard to keep track mentally. We could both be wrong.”

“I thought you said the sensory deprivation idea wasn’t any good.”

“This isn’t sensory deprivation, you’ve got me. Plus we can both still feel things.”

“You say that, but every time I try to grab you, you aren’t there.”

“Okay, I won’t this time. Promise.”

Jack hesitated a moment before stepping over toward the chair and grabbing Raven by the collar, lifting her with almost shocking ease. He shook her, trying to make her blink, trying to make her expression change in any way. She looked at him like a scientist might look at a lab rat. He threw her down and reached for his belt.

“Is that really your first instinct when you’re alone with a girl?” The voice seemed to come more from the cloak than the girl.

“Shut up, I can make this just as unpleasant for you as it is for me.”

“I doubt that.”

He finished unfastening his belt and opened his pants enough to let his cock out, then as if in a blink all he was holding was the cloak.

“I guess this is what nobody stopping you does to somebody.” The voice seemed to be coming from the cloak still. He tore it.

“I thought you said you were going to hold still.”

“I said I would be there when you grabbed me.”

The torn pieces of the cloak began to slither on the floor and up his legs. Jack tried to pry one off but realized it was pointless. They moved up and around until they had grabbed hold of his wrists and ankles, pulling them apart. One stayed slithering on his back and seemed to grow and expand until it became warm, soft against him, Raven seeming to grow out of it like the one spore he hadn’t managed to destroy. She completely undid his pants and pulled them down, then circled in front of him.

“You know, you have a nice body. If you learned to ask, a lot of girls would probably say yes.”

She reached out and wrapped one of her hands around his shaft, pale skin contrasting dark skin even in the blackness around them. Her touch was a breath of warmth and an incredibly stimulating gentleness. He realized he had no idea how long it had been. Before getting dragged into wherever he was, he knew it had only been a few days, but any sense of time here was long since lost.

“It’s been a month,” She answered. He realized he wasn’t surprised she knew what he was thinking.

Raven stroked his cock steadily, sometimes with one hand and sometimes with both, sometimes kneeling between his legs, her breath tantalizingly close against the skin but never actually sticking out her tongue or putting it in her mouth. Jack could feel himself throbbing in her hand, her game just stimulating enough to be slowly working him toward orgasm but not so much that he got there quickly. By the time he could feel himself getting close, his cock drooling precum in a steady stream and his crotch flexing and tightening, she looked like she was having fun.

Then, not just at the last possible second but seemingly the last possible millisecond before pushing him over the edge, she let go and watched his cock jerk and twitch.

“See what I did there?” She stroked his chest with her hand, “You didn’t stop, I did.”

“Is that your game?” He gritted his teeth.

“Just showing you, it’s easy to stop yourself any time.”

She grabbed his cock around the base with one hand and slapped the head playfully with her other. She squeezed and kneaded his balls. She tore a section from her cloak and tied it tight at the seam where his cock and his balls met his skin. She wetted another piece of cloak with her skin and dragged it up and down the head, looped it around and squeezed it. The line between stimulation and bored idle playing vanished. And again when he was right at the very highest possible precipice before release she let go and flicked her finger against his forehead.

“Frustrating, isn’t it? When somebody wants to go and you stop or when somebody wants to stop and you go?”

“Fuck you.”

“Outlook not so good.”

Raven finally stepped away from Jack disinterestedly and a bed seemed to fade into sight at the corner of his vision. She stepped over and sat down on it, yawning and stretching, then glanced at him before slipping out of her clothes and getting comfortable lying above the covers. After a few moments her chest started to rise and fall slowly and steadily with sleep, body occasionally turning to flash him her ass or legs parting just enough for him to see the lips of her cunt. All the while the knot around the base of his cock and his own arousal kept him from going soft. He tried to look away, tried to will it to go down, but the bed would shift to be in his view, and even when he closed his eyes he still saw her, that same retina-burn like he’d been looking into a bright light.

Jack snapped the restraints on him with ease when he realized that he wasn’t going to be able to stop looking at her, shocked by how easy it had been, wondering only for a second if perhaps she had gotten too cocky. He didn’t stop to wonder for too long, surging forward without hesitation and climbing onto her bed, pulling her sleeping legs open and forcing his cock-

He could feel something hot and wet on his length and it made him feel like he might explode at any second. Jack managed to drag his eyes open and looked down to see Raven, her lips parted and with the head of his cock in her mouth and her tongue swirling around his head. As always getting him right to the edge before she let him fall out and stood back up, walking over to her chair and sitting down.

“Sorry, you overslept. I got bored.”

She lifted her book up off of the desk beside the chair and opened it toward the end as he struggled in place, cock still throbbing and desperate for release. His balls ached. He was impervious to pain, but discomfort was another matter. Fullness, exhaustion, overstimulation. His dick wanted badly to deflate, to go soft and get some rest, but it wanted even worse to release, so it stayed hard.

A second later the chair had shifted in place so that it was sitting right beside him. Raven reached a hand up and idly stroked him, more teasing than pleasing, as she continued to read her book. Even without her putting in any effort other than a soft and slow motion of her wrist, he was about to burst within seconds and she let go for long enough to turn the page.

“You know, if you’d just kept walking, it would have been different. If you’d try to fight me when you had the chance, it would have been different.”

“What’s the point in telling me?” Jack’s own voice shocked him, higher and more cracking than he’d expected. He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d last spoken.

“Just saying, usually you guys aren’t supposed to just give away your weaknesses.” She picked a cup of tea up from the table, “And it’s only been a day, don’t be crazy.”

It continued. Raven would wake and bring him to the point of orgasm before backing off, picking a random place in her book, and sitting down to read it until she was tired again, reaching up to stroke him every time she could edge him again. His precum was so constant of a stream that it seemed to pool beneath him, his body ached so constantly that for the first time in his life he felt something truly akin to pain. And every time she would go back to sleep, naked body lying on her bed in positions so shameless most women would have been horrified to be seen in them clothed, he would break free and jump on her again, unable to think of anything but finally getting his relief.

Until, finally, with her asleep, he broke free and kneeled by her bed, shaking her shoulder gently until she cracked an eye open.

“Make it… make it stop,” He finally moaned. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know!”

“What? I don’t want to know anything.” She looked at him expressionlessly, eyes still heavily-lidded with sleep.

“I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Okay,” She leaned in close to his ear, “Then cum.”

The moon flashed like a camera bulb and a loud pop echoed through the factory. Jack collapsed in the shadow of the cloud which cut across the sky, feeling his cock jerk and release into his pants. Though it was only a normal orgasm, to his mind it was the relief of an unknowable amount of time, his balls screaming in relief as they pumped their seed into his pants without so much as being touched. He grabbed at his groin and whimpered. He could smell smoke, his explosive thrown only moments ago bursting against a pillar harmlessly and scaring some of the birds from the rafters. He couldn’t find Raven, but every shadow seemed to teem with her, ever brush of his own clothes against his skin, seemed to forewarn her touch.

“If we hear from you again, I know where you like to hide now. I’d recommend looking into a new line of work.”

Jack remained curled on the ground, his mind reeling, in the burn of the moonlight. He could hear sirens in the distance, likely already on high alert and drawn now by the explosion. When they came, he wouldn’t resist.

“Just remember, the only one who can stop you is you,” She droned monotonously and then faded into the shadows again. Sounded off by the sharp note of a book slamming closed.

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