Yes, she can't resist any longer.

I actually held my breath as she paused, teetering on edge, trying to weigh the value of her remaining scraps of dignity versus the unfamiliar throbbing need that threatened to consume her mind entirely. This represented a major breakthrough already. She’d been here all of an hour and already I had nearly destroyed her self image so I might remake it as I’d seen fit… though to be fair, my protégé Robin had actually started the process when he betrayed her for the “greater good”. I’d thank him soon enough.

Her voice was barely audible. A mere whisper compared to the ruckus she’d been making, “P-please…”

I smiled. Even if she resists now, there’s no going back. She’s faltered, revealing a weakness I can press relentlessly until the old Raven is dead and buried under a new identity of my devising. So, confidently, I needle her further, “Please… what?”

Her voice is a little louder now, clearly from desperation instead of confidence, “Please… need to climax…” she breathes, aping the word I’d used before. My hunch was right: she only has a very rudimentary idea of what’s happening to her now. Clearly her obsessive self control brought on by those dangerous powers has prevented any exploration at all… until now. I whisper in her ear, low enough that the recorders in the room won’t get it, “I know you can do better...” I squeeze her clit a little more by way of encouragement, “Try Please master DeathStroke, let me have an orgasm… I’ll do anything…”

“P-please…” She paused, balking at the next word, but a little prod to the clit pushed her onward, “Please Master Deathstroke… let me have an orgasm… just one… please… I’ll do anything… I need it…” she breaks down into a sob as she continues to grovel. Good adlib.

I suppress a snicker. This is like taking candy from an abnormally stupid baby. “Since you asked so nicely…” I abruptly withdraw my hand from her crotch, while releasing my grip on her wrists, and instead occupy my hands pulling her knees wider apart, “Go ahead. You have my permission. Use your fingers and make yourself cum.” What can I say? I like to watch.

She hesitated only a moment more, her shredded dignity no longer much of a factor. She reaches down, clumsily mauling her clit. My god… she’s never even done this before… a virgin in every possible sense of the word. Still, instinct and raw desperation see her through and she begins to buck and spasm on my lap, jamming her fingers furiously in and out of herself.

It’s at least five minutes before the reaction dies down.

She’s barely conscious as I lift her, effortlessly, into my arms. I stand, turn, and lay her out on the bed, locking her cable leash to a latch on the wall. She won’t be able to get to the bathroom. She’ll lay there, covered in my cum and her juices, until I say different. But for now, I need to get cleaned off myself.

Lex is due here in half an hour, and he hasn’t been late for anything since the third grade.