Raven's Awakening

So, after last chapter, I got a message from admin regarding one of Rob's wishes to grant his daughters accelerated growth and maturity. I was informed by the rules of CHYOA that characters are considered underage until eighteen years after their birth. This note is not me complaining - rules are rules and I understand and comply - just acknowledging it, letting you guys know about it, and also letting you know this means plans will change. Basically that there will be a timeskip for whenever we get to the Slut Academy and Rob's daughters. And any incongruities or continuity or timeline errors are a result of MJ, Wanda, and Zatanna mucking around with time (not accelerating aging, but manipulating other realms of time).

Most likely, though, we'll just do save all the daughter and Academy stuff for later and do a time skip right before it.

I will reiterate (and will do so again in the relevant chapters) that all characters depicted in this story are all eighteen-years-old or older, in all sense of the term. Depictions of underaged individuals in erotic situations are unintentional and will be corrected if such a thing comes up.

Thank you and enjoy the chapter.

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While Rob and his inner circle ascended to heights unknown, and while much of his harem partied and celebrated for other reasons, there were still other slaves of his who were not in attendance that evening.

Even wholly devoted to Rob, Raven was as much a social hermit as ever, preferring to spend as much time as possible cloistered away in her room. The last month or so, however, gave her reason to retreat to the sanctity and privacy of her chambers. Robs’ request to channel her demonic heritage for his benefit consumed her every waking thought. Wanda’s guidance had been a blessing, and Raven did what any good girl would do and obeyed the orders of her Master’s top ****.

Everyday, Raven spent hours meditating, tapping into the darkness at the core of her being, drawing it out, and focusing it at the three points of power Wanda had shown her. Mind, soul, and body. Brain, heart, and cunt. The mental, the spiritual, and the physical. Desire, need, and hunger.

Tonight was no difference, even if Raven and her roommates were ignorant of her Master’s triumph. Raven got up, went to school, returned home after classes, and immediately stomped into her room, slamming the door shut, and began her ritual. Candles were arranged to form a pentacle on the floor, incense and aromatics tinged the room in a haze of lust and carnal need, while Raven shut her eyes and senses to the world, levitating off the ground in the lotus position, her whole self focused on this one task alone.

If this were like any other night, she would be at this until dawn.

But, unbeknownst to the would-be demoness, a visitor crept into Raven’s sanctum, effortlessly bypassing the wards and seals placed on it and making herself unknown to Raven’s acute senses.

After Rob’s wishes altered the fabric of reality, an orgy broke out between him and his three omnipotent goddess-slaves. With the powers MJ, Wanda, and Zatanna now wielded, the four could indulge in some of the most impossible of Rob’s desires, not to mention Rob - with his infinite sexual stamina - finally had partners that could match him blow-for-blow and go all night long. But, during this, with Wanda splitting her self into multiple bodies and multiple consciousnesses, the Scarlet Witch realized that her newfound cosmic might made her the ultimate multitasker and not only could she please her one true love physically, she could also bring about other goals of his at the same time.

While one or two or more of herselves fucked Rob and her sisters, Wanda’s incorporeal form breached Raven’s sanctuary, observing the girl for a time. With metaphysical sight, she could see Raven had followed her directions to a tee, tapping into her demonic heritage and storing that power, concentrating it and nurturing it until it overflowed and consumed her from the inside out. And, peering through the veil of time, she could see that with the infinity now afforded to the immortal slavegirl, Raven would eventually achieve that goal in a finite but exponentially large number of timelines. Wanda viewed a billion possible futures in the span of a second and saw the demonic Raven be born in 739,448,122 of those timelines. Almost seventy-five percent; well done, Raven!

But, some of those timelines took her a handful of months for her to reach this dark apotheosis. Some took her years or decades or centuries, even. And while Raven was nothing but adorable while grappling with the task their Master had set for her, fruitlessly labouring away in the **** hope of his mighty cock flooding her insides with his seeds, Wanda decided it was time to put her fingers on the scales. Raven was gorgeous and devoted and so preciously ****. She deserved a reward for all of her hard work.

Wanda’s shade stood behind Raven, lightly tapping the back of her head. Raven felt nothing, even as her head split along it’s prime meridian and opened up for Wanda. But the part in her skull did not reveal blood and bone and gore and grey matter, but instead the two halves parted like a book, revealing hundred of aged vellum pages for Wanda to leaf through, Raven’s history and backstory written on those said pages. And sure, with some many continuity reboots and adaptations and retcons, Raven’s personal history could be a bit messy, but there was one specific passage that was the core of the character that Wanda was looking for.

“Raven is the daughter of the demon lord Trigon. Her destiny is to be her father’s herald, opening the way for him to arrive on Earth. There, her demonic father will usher in an age of destruction upon the land. Raven’s heritage and destiny terrifies her and she chafes and flees from it.”

Wanda frowned. Now, that won’t do at all. Time for a few retcons and edits of her own…

“Raven is the daughter of the demon lord T̶r̶i̶g̶o̶n̶ Rob Daily. Her destiny is to be her father’s h̶e̶r̶a̶l̶d̶ mindless, obedient demonic daughter-****, o̶p̶e̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶a̶y̶ f̶o̶r̶ h̶i̶m̶ t̶o̶ a̶r̶r̶i̶v̶e̶ o̶n̶ E̶a̶r̶t̶h̶ spreading her legs for his mighty cock. There, her demonic father will u̶s̶h̶e̶r̶ i̶n̶ a̶n̶ a̶g̶e̶ o̶f̶ d̶e̶s̶t̶r̶u̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ u̶p̶o̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ l̶a̶n̶d̶ use Raven’s body as a demonic seed-bed, fucking her senseless and filling her with his seed, so that she may birth their superior demonic progeny. Raven’s heritage and destiny t̶e̶r̶r̶i̶f̶i̶e̶s̶ h̶e̶r̶ a̶n̶d̶ s̶h̶e̶ c̶h̶a̶f̶e̶s̶ a̶n̶d̶ f̶l̶e̶e̶s̶ f̶r̶o̶m̶ i̶t̶ is her obsession and her only wish is to embrace her heritage and see her destiny through.”

There! Much better. Sure, Wanda didn’t start this with the intent of twisting Raven’s mind into believing she was Rob’s daughter (or that Rob was some great, terrible demon lord) but it fit, it was fun, and she was sure their Master would love having another fucktoy to engage in some incestuous roleplaying.

Until his actual children would be born and Rob could indulge his **** kink to his heart’s content, that is.

Wanda closed the Raven head-book, the seem vanishing from existence, and let the changes she made settle in, before she reached down to Raven’s demonic half and dragged it to the surface. She pulled up a shroud of darkness from within Raven’s core and draped the shadow across Raven’s body, the demonic presence covering Raven from head to toe, settling over her and becoming a second skin. A sheath of crackling, shadowy malevolence and lust formed around her, all with Raven being none the wiser to Wanda’s manipulations or machinations.

Kissing Raven on the cheek, Wanda whispered into her ear, “I cannot wait to see what you become, darling.”

Then, with a snap of her fingers, it began. Raven’s body jerked violently, the poor girl screaming in shock and pain, as that same darkness poured from her mouth and eyes.

Wanda’s ghostly self watched the show with sparkling eyes.

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“I cannot wait to see what you become, darling.”

Raven’s eyes snapped open at the phantom whisper.

“Who said that?” She demanded of the darkness in her room. “Star? Megan? Gwen? I told you not to come in here!” No, no, it couldn’t have been any of them. Raven’s room was guarded by her most powerful wards. No one could enter without her express permission.

So who?

Raven sighed. She must have been hearing things. With her telekinesis, she grabbed a faraway clock to check the time. She had already been at it for hours, and while normally she could meditate all night, perhaps she was just tired. She grumbled to herself, noncommittaly

“A break wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world…”

Unfolding her legs, she touched down onto the ground. With a thought, she extinguished the candles and the incense sticks while also stripping herself of her robes. The air in her room was muggy from the incense, her nude form feeling warm and sweaty even if she hadn’t been exerting herself. It was a nice feeling, honestly. Raven stretched out her limbs while basking in the gentle, smothering warmth about her.

It reminded her of being in her father’s embrace.

Her father…? No, no. Surely not. Definitely not. Not her father’s. Rob’s. Her Master’s.

Raven sighed, relaxing, sinking deeper into the warmth. No, no. They were one in the same.

Not Trigon. Rob. Her Master and father.

How silly of her to forget - maybe she was spending too much time around Starfire? But, yes, now that Raven thought of it, she was always Rob’s daughter. Always. The only father she had ever known. They had kept their relationship hidden from the others, so as to not draw too many eyes, and so that Raven could study in peace. Her caretakers sent her to school to be under his tutelage, so she could be molded into his image. Become what she was always meant to be. His ****, his lover, his minion, his breeding bitch. And while he may not look like the part, it only made sense that Rob was a demon. How else was he able to spellbound, dominate, and enslave so many women? It made sense. It made perfect sense.

For the first time in forever, Raven felt content and happy, knowing her place in the universe.

If she could see herself in a mirror, Raven could see the three glyphs Wanda had marked on her skin glowing with burning, brilliant power. Brimming and trembling, about to burst and unleash all of it’s gathered power in an unstoppable, climactic tide.

Raven sighed, her conflicted soul finally at peace now that she had accepted her destiny and purpose.

The sigils exploded and Raven was swallowed by a maelstrom of lust and darkness, the choker Zatanna long ago **** upon her rent to pieces by the resulting storm. She was to be reborn in her father’s image. She was little more than his tool, his mindless plaything. Her will was not her own, but his. Let him reshape her body to fit his desires. She would be whatever her father-master desired her to be.

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The storm abated and Raven stepped forth, a changed woman, cackling in delight at the sight of her new, demonic form. Her skin had changed from grey to dark red, eyes glowing like embers - all four of them, as a second pair had appeared on her forehead. Her luscious purple hair shimmered in contrast to her crimson skin, now falling down to her waist in an arrow-straight waterfall. Her long, sinuous tongue washed over her newly plumped lips and the extended, sharp canines she now possessed. Her hands, capped with pointed nails coloured of the blackest night, ran over her body, her already buxom and curvaceous form now enhanced to even more absurdly lewd degree - gigantic, heaving breasts as big as the sluttiest whore in the harem, a luscious bubble butt, and breakneck curves in between them. As Raven walked forward on her long, gorgeous legs, her thin tail slithered back and forth, the spade-shaped tip that capped it dragging on the floor.

“Oh YES!” Raven declared, passion and gusto and lust overflowing from her deep, basso voice. The first thing she did was summon a mirror to get a proper look at herself. The skin, the eyes, the tail, fangs and claws, a pair of twisting horns rising upward from the side of head, along with black, feather wings rupturing from her shoulder blades - she was perfect! Hell on legs! The embodiment of lust and submission! Everything she ever dreamed of. Everything her lord father ever desired…

A knock came at the door, snapping her from her reverie. “Friend Raven? I heard much noise and came to check in on you. Do you require assistance?”

Normally, Raven would grumble about Starfire’s nosiness and busybody tendencies, but now, with her new devilish perspective on things, she was happy to have the stunningly sexy Tamaranean princess barge in. Oh, what a fool Raven was, treating the bubbly young woman as an annoyance at worst, a friend at best. She should have been playing with those fat, orange funbags the alien bimbo carried a long time ago.

With a flick of her fingers, the door to Raven’s room creaked open. Better late than never.

“Come on in, Star.” Raven rasped in a throaty purr. “I have something to show you…”

Cheery as ever, Starfire came floating into the room, lightening up the dark space in every sense of the term, her brilliant green aura dispelling the shadows and framing Raven’s new form in the perfect light for Starfire to gush over her.

“Oh my goodness! Friend Raven, you look exceptionally stunning!” Star declared, sweet and wide-eyed and effusive, totally ignorant that Raven was red all and a red flag all over, even as she sinisterly smirked at Starfire’s appearance. “That is a most excellent make-over indeed. You must tell me your secrets, we can invite Megan and the Gwen who is Ten and make it a traditional Earth girl’s night! Ooh! How did you get your barglnaps so big and bouncy and juicy?”

Raven assumed “baglnaps” was Tamaranean for “fat, rocking tits” considering where Starfire was staring and how much she was drooling. The alien princess never hid her feelings for her friend but now Raven could enjoy being the idol of Starfire’s love and affection.

Though, she would sooner be the idol of Star’s lust.

“Well, if you like them so bad, I can help you out, Star.” Raven said with relish. Flicking her clawed fingers to her friend, she unleashed a wave of demonic energy that smashed into Starfire like a mack truck, grounding her and flooring her, the redhead left in a daze.

Like with Raven, it was decided that Starfire’s body was already bountiful enough that it did not need Dr. Mercy’s upgrades, but Raven decided like her, her best friend could use a few demonic improvements. Star’s orange flesh rippled like turbulent water before her everything exploded outwards into an even more luscious, thick, bimbolicious figure. She was just a teensy bit smaller than Raven in all aspects (top bitch on the totem pole needed the best body) but somehow looked even more magnificent with her wide, dazed eyes, glowing an insipid pink and radiating with Raven’s new corruptive, lust-driven magic.

“X’hal! I somehow feel like an even bigger ditzy slut and slutty ditz than I normally do, which is quite incredible!” Starfire tittered vapidly to herself, hands cupping the mountains of orange titflesh which now hung from her chest.

Raven huffed, her tongue lashing at the air in agreement. “Yeah, you do…” She could taste Star’s arousal on the air, which turned her on even more. Raven’s fingers worried at her plump, juicy cunt, the engorged folds leaking girlcum that was as black as ink.

Star posed like a proper fuckdoll before Raven, giving her a perfect view of all her new assets. “And also, I am feeling incredibly submissive when I stand before you, Friend Raven.” Star giggled and then corrected herself. “Mistress Raven~ Ooh, that feels good. Yes! I think I want to be your bimbo fucktoy, Mistress. Do these terms sound acceptable, oh mighty and beautiful Mistress?”

The answer was immediate, coming in the form of Raven launching herself across the room and tackling Star back down to the ground. With her inflated posterior, she had natural cushioning to absorb the blow, as Raven’s tongue snaked it’s way into Star’s delectable pussy. The amazing flavour of her juices exploded upon her tongue, Raven’s eyes rolling into the back of her skull as both her and Starfire exploded, cumming loud and hard, squirting all over Raven’s sacred sanctum just from a second of eating out. Well, it would probably have to be Raven’s slutty sanctum now, with her new perspective and outlook…

But all that consumed her thought in the moment was Starfire - her curves, her muscles, her perfect orange skin, her thick and luscious hair - Raven was consumed by thoughts of lust for her longtime friend and teammate and in turn consumed her. Crawling atop her body and burying her tongue into Star’s waiting mouth, mashing their heavy tits together, grinding their hot, needy cunt against one another. Star now had the body of a hypersensitive bimbo, while Raven was the living incarnation of her lord father’s lusts, meaning they had no self-control, orgasming from the simplest of kisses, gropes, and touches.

Every orgasm was the biggest, best one Raven had ever experienced in her life, even better than when she fingered herself silly thinking of Rob’s cock, but she was never tired or satiated after they subsided. If anything, her hunger only built every time she came her brains out, and she knew in the back of her mind that she would only be satisfied tonight when she finally, finally had her Master’s cum flood her pussy.

“Holy shit! Get a room, you two!”

“They already have a room, Gwen… I’m more concerned about what's happened to their bodies.”

Raven looked up after an unknowable amount of time passed with her engaged in Star’s body. No doubt drawn by the lewd sounds of their fucking, Megan and Gwen had arrived at the opened door and were staring in shock. Normally, Raven would be annoyed that she was interrupted and her private space was invaded, but now she saw things differently.

“Ah, new playthings.” Raven chuckled darkly, before directing her energies towards the two.

This spell hit differently, with both girls doubling over and clenching their thighs together, grunting and groaning in pain as if suffering cramps or other abdominal distress. Eventually, the source of their distress literally burst out from their groins, shredding panties and parting skirts, and both Megan and Gwen now possessed veiny, six-inch cocks!

“Ew! Gross!” Gwen recoiled from the dick growing from her crotch, even as her trembling fingers gravitated to the erect shaft.

“Ah! Raven, what are you doing?” Megan asked, one of her hands already gripping her new appendage. She winced and sighed from the unknown pleasure derived from touching her own penis. “This… ah… mmm… oh, it feels good though…”

“Ugh… yeah… touching it feels good…” Gwen gasped in agreement, her slender fingers now running up and down her cock. “Mmm… fuck! Touch it… stroke it…”

“Stu-stroke…” Megan repeated, a smile coming to her face, broad and wavering and silly. Drool began to form at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah… gotta stroke it… gotta cu-cum… wanna cum so baaaad!”

Gwen’s eyes went glassy as she chortled and giggled. “Cock good… love cock… love fucking cock… love having cock…”

“Ah ah ah mmmm! Stroke it… make it cum… cum my brains out… stupid gooner dickgirl…” Megan chanted, her smile becoming broader and dumber with every forceful stroke of her new cock.

And as Megan and Gwen grew dumber and more fond of their sexual organs, said organs began to grow thicker, longer, and harder, as if syphoning their will and intellect to feed themselves. It didn’t take long before the two redheads fell to their knees, felled by the weight of their massive dongs and burning need to ejaculate, drooling and babbling and panting like animals in heat.

Similarly, it didn’t take long for Starfire to realize their was free dick abound, the alien bimbo crawling on her hands and knees to have a taste, happily slurping on Gwen’s rod while Megan managed to get herself to Star’s backside and pump herself into her welcoming cunny.

“Pussy good… love pussy… fuck pussy with big cock…” Megan grunted in a dull voice, too happy to care about little else.

“Mmm, mouth feel good… cock feel good… wanna cum… gotta cum so bad…” Gwen groaned with her tongue lolling out, her entire body going limp before Star’s vacuum suction lips.

Raven was beyond amused by this sight. Such pitiful yet entertaining things, these mortal harlots. Just a few simple spells and their minds turned to goo, reduced to rutting about like beasts. Normally, she would happily indulge herself, but she had bigger fish to fry and a reward of her own to claim.

“Have fun, sluts.” Raven said to the trio, who were all too horny and stupid to register her or respond in kind. “I’ll leave you three to your own devices, but I have waited for this day for far too long. Our Master has promised me a reward for my devotion and focus and I intend to finally collect on it.” Despite her airs of superiority and control, Raven herself was almost drooling over the fact that she was about to achieve her long-held goal. Drooling over the idea that Rob was going to unleash his demonic seed deep in her loving, waiting cunt.

Giddy with what was to come, Raven wasted no further time, vanishing in an explosion of glossy black feather, her spirit form rising and heedlessly charging into the night, as fast as she could manage. There was no time to wait and less time to spare.

Because ahead of her, Raven had a date with destiny.

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Happy Valentine's Day, Raven! Finally you have the love you deserve.

Following off of my author's notes from last chapter, Raven was originally the front-runner if I wanted to add a fourth queen. But then, right before I wrote this chapter, I asked myself "wouldn't it be funny if Raven was altered to think of Rob as her father?" And because the queens get to know the truth of their existence, that sort of ruins the fun here.

Speaking of, seeing as how my little talk sparked some engagement...

Darkstar - you make a good argument for Cassandra Cain, what with that terrible villain turn, but have her earmarked elsewhere. Carol Ferris and the Star Sapphires probably aren't going to figure into the story.

Sector 36 - Supergirl is already established as existing per Rob's wish (Chapter 35), so your scenario is a no-go, even though I like Kara and think she would make for a good candidate. Cassandra is being earmarked as a Slut Academy girl, along with all the other Batgirls, and she probably won't be promoted. I like Jessica Cruz, but I don't see her being in such a big role. Catwoman and Donna Troy are interesting picks, though.

Ritj456 - I do appreciate your argument that as of now, the four-man band is more than enough and they suit that role well. Even if Power Rangers and TV Tropes sold me on the power of the Five-Man Band (Rob is the Hero, Zatanna is the Lancer, MJ is the Chick, is Wanda the Big Gal or the Smart Gal?)

theabsoluteworst80 - while I agree with the potential for chaos and whatnot, I am just not a big fan of Harley Quinn and am still unsure if I will be featuring her at all.

I appreciate the feedback on it, though. If I do decide to add one more, Wonder Woman and Lois Lane are still the front-runners, but a lot of the moment to moment in this story is what strikes me when I'm working, so maybe it will be someone else still.