Raven Meets With Rob

The cab drew ever closer to it's destination. Raven could feel her heart beating faster. Words of relaxation and calm flew quickly and silently from her lips, the irony of trying to **** meditation not lost on her. But this was absurd, absurd! She shut her eyes, trying to block out the world around her, but it was all in vain. The truth was too powerful.

Raven was actually nervous. Afraid. Nearly petrified.

Being called to a one-on-one meeting with the man who owned you would do that for a slavegirl...

She didn't understand. She was unflappable. In control. Everyone knew her as an ice queen. It was a personality she had cultivated for many reasons - to control her powers, to create a gulf between herself and others, to put up walls around herself and the outside world - and it was failing her now.

She sighed, audibly. Her eyes briefly flicked forward. The cabbie had been leering at her body the entire way. Not that she minded at all. Master had taught her that she was beautiful and desirable. That men and women would lust after her. She wanted them to stare and fantasize and obsess. It was proof of what Mr. Daily saw in her, proof she had taken his lessons to heart and made the effort to be the slut he wanted her to be.

Raven let the cabbie stare, all the way until the drive's terminus. He didn't matter. He was just a man. Mr. Daily - her Master - was so much more. She paid him without saying a word and exited the car.

It was her first time being at Mr. Daily's home - grand and stately, yet refined and understated in a way. It was all too perfect for a man like him. Raven knew that he lived with plenty of his other slaves, and she deeply wished that once she entered those doors, she would never leave. Become part of his collection and to be loved and pampered for ever and ever.

Her heart fluttered. Something more sinister within her stirred. She did her best to repress both and grimly march forward.

Zatanna was at the front door to greet her, meeting her affectionately with a sisterly hug and a kiss that was anything but. Or, well, maybe "sisterly love" had a different definition in Mr. Daily's household. Raven had overheard Star watching the videos on Slutter the Stark sisters posted, after all.

"Thank you for coming, Raven." Zatanna smiled at her, fingers lingering on Raven's neck. They tugged at the collar the magician placed upon her. The one that shackled Raven's magic to her. To empower Zatanna for their Master's use. "Rob has been dying to speak with you."

"As have I." Raven muttered, struggling to find her voice. "I am honoured to be summoned by our Master..." She bowed slightly before being ushered inside.

"No need to be so formal. You know Rob loves each and everyone of us." Zatanna made her way through the foyer, Raven delaying herself, taking her time. Even if the house was quite ordinary on the inside, she wanted to bask in it. In the place of her Master's power.

Then, Zatanna said, "Though... he rarely invites his students over, now that I think on it." This took Raven aback.

"R-really?"

"Kamala used to live with us. She was one of the first girls Rob claimed, don't you know?" Raven knew. It was the second day of class that Kamala returned, busty and curvaceous, fawning over Mr. Daily. Jealousy burned in Raven. She suppressed that, too.

"She's more of a frequent guess, nowadays, though." Zatanna continued. "She bounces between her and staying with America at Paradise Towers. The only others one were Hermione and her friend group. But," Zatanna chuckled, "they came here **** and left here in the same state, after Rob fucked them silly. I bet they hardly remember anything about that night." Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, turning her head to face Raven. "Which means he must see something very special in you, to call you all the way here."

Raven turned away and blushed. Her face felt like it was on fire. She hated feeling like this. Everything was so awkward and wrong.

Still, Raven found the ability to ask, "Do you know why he called me here?"

It had been out of the blue, Mr. Daily tell her after class yesterday that he wanted to speak in private, hiring the cab to pick her up. Part of Raven was afraid her performance had been lacklustre, that she had disappointed the only man in her life who mattered. Another part was excited, that Mr. Daily was going to offer her some sort of reward or promotion for her efforts.

Zatanna's only answer an enigmatic smile, beckoning her forward.

Soon, they found themselves on the veranda, which answered a different question of Raven. Her quick run though the house... it was dead quiet. Not a soul in sight or a sound to be heard. Out in the veranda, around the pool, and the lush gardens beyond, she saw where everyone went.

Over a dozen beautiful women, nude as the day they were born, standing perfectly still. "Perfectly still" as in, they could have been dolls or statues for what it was worth. Raven immediately sensed the enchantment that kept them petrified. Zatanna's work. Powerful and precise. Jealousy seethed in Raven again. She had the power, she lacked the control, otherwise she could be in this position. Her Master's right-hand woman...

Some of the women were posed like statues, living artworks of eroticism or beauty. Others were used as furniture. A table was set up with two chairs nearby - the chairs being formed by two women, one on her knees, the other standing upright, legs interlocked at the shoulder. Raven recognized them from the Slutter videos Star and Megan obsessed over (no, she never watched them. Not at all. Never. She could care less what other women did on there). One chair was the muscular Russian Zarya paired up with the tall, tanned Urbosa; the other was the Chinese fighter Chun-Li, with the Swedish housewife Brigitte Lindholm standing over her. The table was the jade giantess Shulkie, bent over at the waist and holding her ankles, a tabletop strapped to her broad back.

Raven took in it all - all of her Master's beautiful women on display as unmoving objects - slightly overwhelmed, blurting out a soft, "Why...?"

"Because he can." Zatanna answered. Raven almost jumped, lost in the moment combined with her not realizing she had verbalized her wonder. "Because he owns them and he can. That's why he does most anything. Now, he should be out shortly for you." Zatanna paused, eyes falling onto Raven's body. "Stay standing. He'll want to inspect your outfit."

Raven felt a chill run up her spine, almost snapping into an attentive stance, stiff and awkward. She was alone, surrounded by naked slavegirls, made to be furniture and statues simply to showcase his power over them. Nerves on fire, energy building, Raven felt herself trembling. She began to move just for the sake of moving, walking up to a busty woman. Long, black silky hair, flawless ivory skin, red eyes. Ridiculous gigantic breasts. The largest Raven had ever seen. She was on her knees with her tits thrust out, a slight smile on her face.

"She looks so happy..." Raven wondered aloud. She was so perfectly still, Raven couldn't even perceive her breathing with just her eyes. "What's it like... being a lifeless object like this? Can you still think? Can you see me? Hear me?"

"Tifa can see and hear and think just fine, my dear. They all can. They simply cannot move, save for involuntary actions."

Raven jumped at the sound of Mr. Daily's voice, at his sudden presence. She turned around, her heart skipping a beat to take in his magnificent form. He was wearing a satiny robe, unbound and open, showing off his broad chest, big gut, and wide frame. And his cock. His long, girthy, heavy cock, swinging freely and half-erect. The man Raven idolized and the part of him she idolized the most.

Rob smiled at her, Raven realizing she was staring, turning her gaze away. He made no comment on it. "Well, I should clarify. They feel no pain or exhaustion from holding their poses. They are perfectly comfortable as they are." He took a seat on the Urbosa-Zarya chair, reclining in the grasp of the two muscular women. "But Urbosa and Zarya can feel my weight on them." His head rested in between Urbosa's bountiful breasts, rubbing against them as if to prove a point. "And she can feel me playing with her tits. They have all the fun parts of the sensation of touch, without any of the downsides."

"Mr. Daily." Raven inclined her head again, trying to speak at an even tone. She didn't know if she was coming off as awkward or rigid or what, but she knew she wasn't normal. "My lord and Master... thank you for inviting me to your home."

"And thank you for coming, Raven." Rob greeted. Her gaze averted, she could still feel his eyes on her body, drinking it in. Praying he liked it. Praying it would stir certain appetites within him. "You look wonderful today, my dear."

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"It's nothing," she deflected, an attempt at modesty even if pride bloomed within. "I should thank you, sir, for instilling such qualities in me. I use to hide away from the world. Now I know that I was blessed with such a lewd, erotic body. I should be proud to show it off." Raven looked up at him, hopefully, the words "Especially for you" being unsaid. She prayed her got the subtext.

Raven then took her seat across from Rob. The contours and curves of the girls made it a little awkward. She wriggled in her seat, trying to find comfort and balance. Across from her, Rob was completely unbothered and totally naturally in his human furniture. The "backs" of the chair - Urbosa for Rob, Brigitte for Raven - had their arms bent at the elbows, a perfect ninety degrees, letting them serve as armrests.

Before Raven could say or ask anything, Zatanna reappeared in a flash, placing a tall glass of... something on the She-Hulk-table. She flashed another enigmatic smile before retreating, Rob nonverbally signaling Raven to help herself. Whatever was in the glass was thick and opaque, an off-white colour, and exceptionally viscous with a sharp, pungent odour wafting from it. Normally, Raven would have questions about such a thing, but given it was Mr. Daily, and the fact she was salivating uncontrollably gave her no reason to refuse the hospitality.

The liquid was thick and gooey, slowly flowing from the glass, sticking to Raven's tongue and the roof of her mouth. It was slightly warm, slightly bitter and salty, but absolutely delicious despite all that. Raven sighed contently when the first drop of the thick sludge hit her tongue, slurping down half the glass in now time at all. She couldn't quite place it, but the flavour and texture was supremely familiar.

"Hmm, this is wonderful, sir." Raven said, after swallowing it all. She could still feel the residue coating her tongue. "But... what is it?"

The question drew a large smile from her beloved teacher. "I'm surprise you didn't recognize it from the first." He said cryptically, spreading his arms to motion at himself. "It's something you've had plenty of times. Freshly milked, directly from the source. All for you, Rae-Rae."

Raven chugged down the remainder of her glass of cum with gusto, drinking it in one go, making sure to gulp in exaggerated fashion to entice the man she worshiped. She savoured every last drop, going so far as to lick the interior of the glass, once again putting on a show. Raven's stomach rumbled happily when she finished her meal.

"I love watching you girls drink my cum." Rob said in a quite voice. In awe. "Like it's the finest of cognac. Like you're dying of thirst and finally found water..."

"If I could get away with it, I would subsist off of nothing but your spunk." Raven returned, licking her lips. Both an act of seduction and to wipe any trace amounts of seed away. She noted the look of interest on her Master's face. "But..." leaning forward, pushing her breasts together, acting like the whores on Star's Slutter feed, Raven tried her best to act like a pleading, teasing sexpot. "I've said it before, I've had your cock and cum in my mouth so many times. I think I've been a good enough girl to finally have it in my cunt..."

Raven tried not to cringe. She sounded so ****. Maybe even demanding. But she did need it. She had watch her Master take his cock and fuck so many women with it. She was pretty sure all twenty-seven of her peers had been given the honour. Why not her? What was wrong with her?

If he was put-off by her neediness, Rob did not show it. "My, aren't we forward today, Miss Raven?" Rob chuckled. She thought she saw a flash of something in his eyes. Approval or lust, she hoped. "Well, I do appreciate a woman who takes the initiative. But, unfortunately, I call here today for business, not pleasure." Raven deflated slightly, sinking unsteadily into the seat of her human-chair. "However... watching you drink my cum really did turn me on. Maybe when we're done..."

Raven allowed herself a guarded smile at Mr. Daily's musings, nodding and waiting for him to continue.

"I called you here because I want to talk about your powers, Miss Raven." Rob finally explained. "Specifically, your magical talents. I have used Zatanna and hers to great effect in perfecting my life, so having another magic-user with similar talent would be highly advantageous to me. Zatanna does speak highly of you and your talents, as well."

Raven squirmed uncomfortably, torn between the praise her Master delivered onto her and the bristling feeling she got whenever someone came close to her origins. "I am nowhere near as powerful as Zatanna..." Raven muttered darkly. "Not to mention... unlike her, I am not a human magician. I am -" A pit suddenly grew in her stomach. No, more like a spike. A stabbing pain, dread and cold. She shivered subconsciously, which was not missed by Rob.

"Were you about to mention your origins, dear?" Rob said, his voice controlling and soothing. Not probing or accusatory. Hell, it could be described as casual. Raven blinked, looking at her teacher. "That you are the daughter of a powerful demon lord - half-demon by nature - and you carry his power within you? You fear if you lose control you will succumb to your demonic destiny as your father's herald?" Raven blinked again, to which Rob only smiled. "A teacher should know his students intimately. And, in our case, every definition of the word 'intimate' applies here." He chuckled at his own joke, which helped Raven relax slightly.

Exhaling out the spiky, cold feeling in her gut, Raven settled into her chair. "Yes. You are correct sir." It felt good to be honest with her teacher. Felt good to have a person to confide her deepest secrets and darkest fears in. "My powers and magic are fueled by my emotions. I deeply fear letting my powers run rampant and letting what is in my grow and fester. I have taught myself how to mute my own emotions, less I lose control and hurt someone."

Mr. Daily nodded, shutting his eyes in thought for a brief moment. When he opened them back up, he stood up. Raven got an eyeful of his great rod, swinging freely. "Well, all that being said - and you can forgive my lack of tact on this comment - but having a half-demon witch with that kind of power as my **** sounds like something I want." He looked at Raven again, smile possessive and hungry. Another glint in his eyes. Raven imagined he was seeing some idealized future. His expression made her shudder, even if fear was creeping back into her. Oh, how she wanted to be that kind of **** for him...

Once more, her discomfort did not escape her Master's notice. "Because when I said I wanted to use you like Zatanna, I don't need you to change physical reality with words. I want to awaken the demon in you, Raven. I want a succubus as a loyal pet, capable of warping and corrupting others around her. Infecting others with her lust and devotion." Rob began to slowly make his way around the edge of the table towards Raven. "Influencing minds and transforming bodies. I can clearly see you want me. I can clearly see how much you love me. I want you to focus all of that raw emotion and power into becoming the best demoness slavegirl you can be."

Finishing his route, Rob now loomed over Raven, one hand on her head, his half-erect cock rubbing against her stomach. She could feel the ungodly heat radiating from it. She could feel the sheer mind-breaking lust her Master emanated, along with his desire control and dominate. To see this dream of turning Raven into his succubus bitch come to fruition. For the young empath, it was intoxicating. She shuddered and moaned uncontrollably. Her nipples stiffed against the thin material of her leotard. She fell out of the human-chair, onto her knees - supplicating herself before her lord - rubbing her face on the head of his bulging, hungry dick.

"I want that, too, Master..." she whined. She brought her hands up to the great length of man-meat, hands rubbing the shaft on one side, her cheek nuzzling against the other. "But... but-"

"Let me ask you this." Rob interrupted, dead serious. He back away, pulling his cock away from Raven, staring down at her, directly into her eyes. "What do you think is more powerful? Your father's influence? Or the love and lust you feel for me? Because I already know the answer."

It was almost a religious experience, to feel the benevolence of her Master like this. Raven smiled, drunkenly, hands clumsily rubber the thin strip of fabric which covered her crotch. She was so fucking wet, so hot. What had she done to deserve such a wonderful man like Rob Daily, to rule her and control her and own her? She did not deserve to be his ****. To be in his harem.

"Master... I... I will give you anything you desire..." Raven managed to say. His smile gave her strength. "You're right. My feelings for you... my love and lust and devotion... they are the strongest things in the world. I promise I will train myself right to become your slutty demoness bitch. I swear it on the power I wield..."

Rob's response was a simple pat on the head, ruffling her hair. Raven shut her eyes. It felt nice. Any contact from him felt nice. His hand then moved to her chin, thumb and finger holding it, motion for Raven to rise. Even at full height, even in her heels, Rob still towered over her. It was right he was so much physically larger than her.

"Well, then, I know I said this would be about business, but..." Rob smirked. "I think my slutty demoness bitch-to-be needs a reward."

And so Raven finally got her wish, bent over at the waist and holding onto the Urbosa chair for dear life, Rob gripping her hips and driving his cock into her long-suffering slit. She nearly came when he first entered, roughly and powerfully, own her. Fully hilting in one motion. Raven always knew how big her Master was, but it only became more evident feeling his girth in her unused canal. Feeling the walls stretch and shift as he pulled in and out. Feeling that engorged head violently pierce her cervix, slam into her womb. It was a thousand times better than a simple blowjob. It was a million times better than a toy or someone's tongue or fingers. It was exactly how things should be. In that moment, Raven felt like she was built to take her Master's cock.

"Haha, are you getting brain-fucked already, Rae-Rae?" Rob taunted gently, Raven stooped over Urbosa's shoulders, drooling and panting, gripping onto her large breasts for dear life. The Gerudo woman smiled blankly the entire time. "Maybe I should've have deprived you of this for so long, huh? If you're going to become a succubus, you're gonna need to learn to take cock better!"

"Hmm, yes, sir!" Raven moaned, voice thick and damp, breaths coming in halting shudders. "I'll need lots of practice to become the perfect demonic cockwhore for your harem. Lots and - HNNGGH!!!! - lots of practice..."

Rob grunted as Raven cried, the latter wordless from mind-breaking pleasure, the former wordless from effort and concentration. "God damn, you fucking slut..." He would mutter under his breath or, "Shit, I have wanted you for so long..." Raven engraved each word onto her heart. Into her soul. Let them be fuel for her power. She was no longer going to be afraid of herself or her powers. She would reforge herself into the perfect tool for her Master.

Raven orgasmed once, twice, thrice, even as Rob had yet to release more delicious cum into her wanton cunt. Time blending into a slurry, she could not tell if it had been five minutes or five hours since they started. She hardly cared. She could do this for an eternity.

Tongue lolling out, eyes crossed, Raven retreated into her internal monologue as her body was used relentlessly. What exactly did Mr. Daily have in mind when he said things like "demon" and "succubus"? Was it literal or figurative? Would she be allow to make others into slaves for her Master? Would she be allowed to experiment and practice and her fellow slaves? What would she do to Starfire with these powers realized? The girl was already half a bimbo, maybe Raven could -

Even without much of her wherewithal, Raven felt the absence. Felt the hard, thick length withdraw itself from her. She came one last time, falling to her knees behind the Urbosa-chair, craning her neck over to see Rob and his erect, pulsating cock walk over to the Tifa statue. He rubbed the surging length all over her chest, releasing the seed that be rights should have been Ravens!

Raven gaped, looking confused and betrayed, watching cum spurt on the flawless skin of Tfia, smearing all over her breasts and into her cleavage, Rob groaning with sheer satisfaction all the while. "Mmmm... fuck yeah, Tifa! Even as a lifeless statue, your tits are impossible to beat!"

Then he turned to face Raven, his face unreadable. It took an embarrassingly long amount of time for her to realize she had been whimpering. "Don't look so put out, Rae-Rae." Mr. Daily's face was unreadable. Sympathetic? Mocking? "You said you wanted my cock in your naughty cunt. You never said anything about cumming in you."

Bobbing her head uselessly, Raven gulped down a pleading cry, meekly accepting her Master's judgment. "Yes, sir. You're right sir."

Mr. Daily returned the nod. "Now, I think that's everything for today. You have a lot of work to do to become what I need of you." With long, confident strides, Rob approached Raven once more, tenderly stroking one cheek with the back of his hand. "Next time, though... next time, if you can impress me with your 'independent study', I promise I'll fill that hot, naughty hole of yours with all the cum you can handle."

Then he leaned down, whispering into her ear. "I love your cunt, Raven. It's the best."

Still ashamed and put-out, still wanting more, Raven nonetheless smiled. "Thank you, my Master..." What else could a slavegirl want to hear?

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So, unsurprisingly, Raven is the clear leader in her poll, which I fully expected. I'm not going to lie, while I like Raven - I generally like the character and her arcs, and her design is great - I cannot claim to be a huge fan of the Teen Titans in any form. At least, not in the sense that I have watched/read much of their runs.

Raven - and a few others - were largely included because of their popularity. Not that I think one or two girls in such a large cast would cause a surge of readership, but I did include her partly to ride her coattails. And I don't regret it. Like I said, I do like the idea of the character of Raven, so I have no regrets including her or giving her an arc for her.

Don't expect the following chapters to focus on Raven and her task. It is meant to be more of "slow burn" deal, something to come back to as a palette cleanser between arcs. Speaking of, we'll see one more poll winner before going on to the next arc.