A spartan room with very little furniture.

The room we stopped in was surprisingly large. It had a small but relatively comfortable looking bed, and a chalked out meditation circle with candles. After all, I wanted her to be honed to peak condition. There was no point in depriving her of that which she required to serve me. There was no dresser or storage of any kind. After all, she had not earned any clothes yet. A door to the side led to a small bathroom with a toilet and sink, but no bath tub or shower. I would clean her elsewhere.

The only other feature of the room was a mannequin inside a large Plexiglas dome. It sported an orange and black two tone costume not unlike the one Robin had worn as my apprentice, but with a jet black cowl cut similarly to the one she wore as a titan. It had my stylized S symbol on the clasp. I was rather proud of this design. I ran a hand affectionately down the transparent surface. “This is your uniform, once you’ve earned it.” I smiled to myself. To make her earn it would have immeasurable psychological effect. Distancing her from her old life and driving home that she was changing into something else.

Speaking of which, it was time to move on to something more serious. To be perfectly honest, I wasn’t really very attracted to her. I hadn’t had more than a passing interest in anyone since I lost my beloved Adeline. I knew, however, that sex was a powerful psychological tool. It would be easier to break down her self image and mold her into what I needed.

I sat down on the bed, legs apart, and watched her. She knew instinctively what I was about to make her do but she hesitated. That would change eventually but for now I humored her, “You’re not a girl scout anymore Raven. You’re mine now and you’ll do as I command. Now get down on your knees and show your devotion.”

She needed no further ****. She kneeled down and I released the front panel of my armor for her. She reached in and grasped my shaft. It was already hard, not so much from arousal as because I had consciously allowed it.

Her technique was atrocious. She licked at it gingerly, and suckled on the tip lightly while she ran her hand along the shaft. Clearly she had never done this before. But that really didn’t matter much for my purposes anyway. I’d train her later. For now, degrading her was more important. So I reached down, and **** it all the way to the back of the mouth. Not into her throat yet, just pushing on it. She gasped for air amusingly so I let her breathe for a moment, then **** it in even harder.

This continued for roughly a half hour before I decided I’d made my point. Her usually pale skin had grown rosy from the near-hyperventilation, and tears where streaking down her face as her whole body convulsed with sobs. Now THAT was arousing. I allowed myself to cum, spurting a couple of times in her mouth before I pulled out to spray it on her face and chest. She just kneeled there, staring up at me, wondering what indignity would come next. Biologically, I could practically go until she dropped from exhaustion... but I took a moment to ponder what would be most effective in the long run.