You attempt to bend them to your will; You came to steal women from the club

You had a confession. A secret side to yourself you never revealed to anyone.

Gorgeous, sexy, vivacious women like Raven and Starfire weren't the only reason you came to Barely Legal. It was a very, very large reason as to why, and just cuddling with Star, eye-fucking Raven, and sharing gentle kisses with the girls was more than enough to send you straight to the moon; heady and inspiring actions that would live in your mind and soul until the day you die. But, no, that wasn't the whole reason you were here.

In certain corners of Slutter, you had come across a group of conspiracy theorists who found some threads and connected them together, reasoning that many of the women on Slutter - including all of the girls who worked at Barely Legal - were under the sway of one individual. Whether just a mundane sugar daddy or something more fantastical like a ****-master, you weren't sure, and neither were internet strangers espousing such odd theories. But you had seen their proof; so many of the girls sung the praise of an unseen "master" or "daddy" or "teacher". So many of them had posted photos or videos which featured a faceless man with a broad, thick torso, the girls lovingly swooning over this mystery man, and her in turn being possessive and controlling of them.

It was enough to convince you that something odd was afoot here. Slutter, the club, the girls - everything. It was all so bizarre and outlandish that you couldn't help but be suspicious now. But mostly, you were jealous. Here you were, going through life all on your lonesome, no partner or soul mate to confide in, and some rando had a harem of twenty-eight (or more!) of the most beautiful women you ever laid your eyes, worshipping the ground he walked on.

That fact burned you and, the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to be like this mystery man, too. You wanted to own women. You wanted them to submit to you and worship you. Did that make you a bad person? Who's to say in this crazy world? But that was what brought you here, tonight.

With that in mind, you came packing with a date-**** ****. Not quite a roofie, but it supposedly would send whoever ingested it for a total loop, leaving them completely incoherent for hours. Then - and this was the craziest part - you had found several videos on Slutter that claimed they could actually hypnotize people! Real, legitimate erotic mind-control! It seemed like a prank or something stupid like that, but you lived in a strange world now and you figured it was worth a gamble.

Emboldened by Raven and Starfire's impossibly sexy bodies, you order a round of drinks for the table. To you great fortune, their friend Megan was the waitress delivering them, and she ended up sticking around to chat with her two companions. Seeing that as a sign, you quickly fished out the the plastic baggie full of white pills and dumped one each into the drinks your girls had ordered. They dissolved in an instant, leaving no trace behind.

Your heart clenched in your chest, and your cock stiffened painfully. This was it. You were going to do it.

"Cheers, girls!" You cried out after Megan had left, raising your glass up high. "To Barely Legal! And to the lovely ladies who work here!"

"Huzzah for the club!" Starfire rang out, bright and cheerful as the sun. "Huzzah for our most gracious customers!" Raven lifted her glass up, ever so slightly, lips pursed together and eyes flat.

You slammed your drink back, signaling for the two sluts to do the same. Starfire was about to gulp down the **** cocktail... when Raven reached her arm across, resting it on her friend's forearm. "Don't drink that, Star." She warned in a voice both soft and dangerous. Your heart sank. Oh, boy...

Star just blinked in confusion. "But, is it not customary to consume these beverages after the human ritual of 'cheers'?" Raven did not answer, instead guiding Star to lower her hand, and then taking her drink from her. Raven then turned to you, violet eyes piercing in the darkness of the club. They seemed to cut through everything in their path, including you. You withered in your seat, a chill running through your body. It was like Raven was peering into your mind, heart, and soul.

"You were trying to **** us." Her voice was plain and cold, but not overly harsh. You tried your best to maintain your composure, even as Starfire gasped aloud and pulled away from you. Raven's eyes had not moved away from you the entire time.

You opened you mouth, tongue touching the roof of your mouth. You had no idea what you were going to say exactly - the truth, a lie, or something in between - but before you could speak, Raven swished her hand through the air. The cocktails you ordered for her and Star began to bubble violently. White froth formed along the top, quickly dissipating into mist in the air. It swirled and gathered around Raven's open palm, before solidifying. In the middle of her pale hand, Raven held the two pills you dropped into the drinks, now fully reconstituted once more.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. What the fuck was that? What did you just see? What did Raven just do? Magic. Real magic. You were staring, dumbfounded. You were living in a strange world, now...

And then, Raven chuckled, darkly, lips forming into a thing smile. Like a cat who had just cornered a mouse. "So..." She leaned back in the leather couch, arms spread along the top curvature, legs crossed over each other. When she spoke, her white teeth gleamed in the darkness. Shadows roiled around the gothic beauty. She radiated danger. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't call Zarya or Urbosa to beat the shit out of you. Maybe... just maybe if you do well enough, I might give you a special reward."

Raven's voice reverberated on the last two words, thunderous ripples of something more than just sound, once more cutting deep inside of you to some ephemeral place. Those words had power. Raven had power. And whatever power it was, you could sense it was tinged with pure eroticism. Your cock grew hard again, you could feel fluid emit from the swollen tip. Images of wild, animalistic sex flashed through your mind, so fast it made your head spin.

Raven... she was more than just a gorgeous woman. She was sex incarnate.

And, now, with your aching cock and jackhammer of a heart, you had to find the right answer to get this mysterious reward...

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POLL CLOSED

So, our winner was an "Other" option, something I did not expect, nor did I expect this prompt, but it was fun nonetheless! It was a close vote, too, with only a single vote separating first and second place.

With a title like this, you might be a bit dismayed by the end result, but this is Rob's story and these our Rob's girls. This is just a little side-adventure. Our anonymous narrator would never steal any of them away.

With this next vote, some of the choices will lead to Raven's promised reward, while others will lead to a punishment. All of them will be sexy in nature, worry not. I'm not about to write a chapter about Urbosa curbstomping some poor, nameless schlub.

Thank you again, everyone, for your participation and suggestions. Happy voting!