The Titans lost

As the fight raged on, it became more and more apparent that Damian wasn't well acquainted with her new body.

CRASH!

Damian careened through a boulder, shattering it to bits. Her body bruised and battered from the long, drawn out battle. Without formal training or practice with Kory's powers, she was useless in a fight. Her skills as an assassin were useless when it came to flying around and shooting starbolts out of her palms.

"Looks like I was right! Your time on Earth has made you soft, Koriand'r!"

Blackfire loomed over her, her eyes pulsating a menacing violet. The tyrant grabbed her sister by her hair. Damian struggled weakly, blood trailing down the side of her face. Komand'r fired up a starbolt and lobbed it right into Damian's chest. She groaned in agony, the burns leaving a mark on her flesh. Blackfire tossed "Starfire" aside, her body going limp as she thudded in the dirt.

"Kory! Hold on!"

Dick called out to her.

Dazed, on the ground, her vision blurry, she could only barely make out Nightwing as he fought Deathstroke. The mercenary outmaneuvered him, knocking the escrima sticks from his hands. Slade sliced Dick's leg, kicking the back of his knee. Dick was **** to kneel with the blade now brandished to his throat.

"I've finally beat you."

"Dick!"

Damian reached out. This simulation was too realistic. She felt every hit she was taking. She was genuinely afraid for her and her friends' lives.

Damian once again waved her hand, drawing a crescent shape in the air. The game's menu popped up before her. She tried to quit, but she was greeted with a lovely error message.

Error. You cannot quit while in combat.

The menu suddenly closed when Blackfire snatched her up by her hair and floated victoriously. She smiled to her cohorts. Cyborg was in pieces, Grid salvaging tech from his body. Beast Boy was ****, wrapped up by one of Gizmos traps. Superboy was on his knees, Metallo weakening him by exposing his kryptonite core. Kid Flash wasn't fast enough to outpace Reverse Flash, leaving him to get pummeled into submission at a speed he couldn't match. Raven grabbed her head, screaming as the red gem holding her father was manipulated by Circe's sinister magic.

"Look around, Grayson. You've lost."

"I hate to interrupt, but are we done here? I've fulfilled my end of our agreement."

Blackfire gestured to Damian. She winced as he hair felt like it was being pulled out of her skull.

"Yes. Starfire is all yours."

Slade didn't bother to look her direction. He was too fixated on his own prize.

"Splendid! Come, sister. We have so much catching up to do!"

Blackfire slammed her hand in the back of Damian's head, rendering her ****.

"Mmm..."

Damian rubbed her head, her vision coming back. The first thing she saw was two large breasts staring back at her. Her outfit was the same violet space bikini as before, though this time she had noticeable burns on the fabric and on her skin. She cupped one, furrowing her brows. She shuddered from the sensation, releasing her grip. She was in a simulation, right. She remembered, now. The Titans, Blackfire, the fight... they lost?

She saw she was now in a highly advanced prison cell. The door was a transparent crimson, likely made of pure energy. She didn't want to think about what would happen if she touched it.

The princess went to summon the game's menu.

ERROR. CRITICAL MALF-ZZZzzzzt-unct-zz-tt-zzzz-ion. 30456783405678406589406598.

"That can't be good..."

She was never going to get used to hearing Kory's voice in lieu of her own.

"Nice to see you're awake, sister!"

Blackfire appeared on the other side of the door.

"Komand'r! Where am I? What have you done with my friends?"

"Easy, now, dear sister. I have brought you home! As for your friends, well, you have more important things to worry about. I have to say, that new collar looks lovely on you."

Damian frowned. What was she talking about? She felt around her neck and found the metal device. She tugged at it, only to suffer thousands of volts coursing through her veins. She spasmed to the floor, writhing in pain.

"Ah, ah, ahhh! No touching! Now you know what will happen if you misbehave or try to escape! And the kicker is that was the low setting. But that's not all it can do..."

Blackfire tinkered with a holographic interface hovering over her gauntlet. Suddenly, Damian felt her body become increasingly sensitive. Her nipples hardened as a foreign wave of euphoria washed over her. Her face reddened, heat permeating through her nether regions. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling empty. A sense of carnal lust took over her body. Damian couldn't help herself but to grab her crotch with one hand and her breast with another.

"Wha-what is this feeling?!"

"Look at you. Once a revered princess, the future queen no less, now a prisoner touching herself on the floor of the palace dungeon."

Blackfire smirked, lowering the setting but not quite turning it off.

"I believe in rewarding positive behavior. Do as you're told and there's plenty more where that came from."

Damian didn't know if she wanted to experience that again. Her mind had become so foggy. But it wasn't painful like the shock was. She was caught between a rock and a hard place.