Based upon the comic book story by Marv Wolfman and George Perez published in The New Teen Titans Vol.1 issues #13 through 15. Told now without any damn censoring.
DISCLAIMER: The following story is an adult-themed parody of the DC Comics's Teen Titans comic book. The Teen Titans and all related characters are property of DC Comics, a Time Warner Company. No copyright infringement is intended. The author received no payment for this story and no money is to be earned by its distribution. I have no dough to get sued off anyway.
WARNING: The following story contains adult themes, explicit descriptions of extreme sexual events, violence, and some really lousy attempts at humor. NO MINOR SHOULD READ THIS. Hell, most so-called adults shouldn't either. If you are below your country's age of legal majority, kindly bugger off. Go find some Pokemon instead. No animals or household objects were hurt or damaged during the writing of this story, except for a monkey that may have been spanked.
"Wasn't this supposed to be the control room?" Wonder Girl shouted, trying to make herself heard over the loud alarms wailing like banshees, as her right fist struck the nearest guard's helmet in a roundhouse punch that sent him flying through the room.
"The coordinates were wrong!" yelled Warp, as he opened a hole in space before him in desperation, the barrage of blaster fire aimed at him going through it to spell doom for a small souvenir stand in Saint-Tropez. "It is not my fault! I was just following orders!"
"Oh, great," Wonder Girl replied, rushing at the dozen guards before her, slamming their combined mass against the wall with a loud crash. Their armor made fighting them difficult, a strike powerful enough to break the protective metal could all too easily also kill the man inside.
"The fortress floats in the sky! Of course the coordinates could shift!" growled Mallah, firing the modified M-1 machine gun at his foes, the massive gun light in his powerful arms. "The control room must be in the vicinity. We must find it before they mobilize their entire resources against us. KORY! DOWN!!"
Starfire ducked low and fast as Mallah fired a sudden burst over her position, nailing the guard who would have killed her, the high-caliber expansive slugs breaching even the heavy armor.
"Thanks!" she shouted, as she spun and a dozen soldiers fell, her starbolts scattering them like bowling pins. A shield of coruscating plasma formed before her just in time to absorb a counterstrike of blaster fire.
Things were not looking good, thought Mallah as he loaded a new belt of ammo on his weapon. Already he felt that their situation was hopeless, that they would die here, their bodies mutilated by a thousand cruel tortures...
"PHOBIA!!!!! Control yourself!" Mallah roared. "Do something useful and stop hindering us!"
From the floor, behind the piece of wrecked wall where she hid, Phobia cursed everyone as she drew back her field of fear. She had to concentrate to focus her power, and she could not do if being shot to pieces.
"AAAAAAAARGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The bloodcurdling scream shocked everyone as the boiling protoplasm of Plasmus's body breached the armor of one of the troopers he had imprisoned in his extended mass. He was the first and many more would follow.
The fight to take over General Zahl and Madame Rouge's fortress had begun, and it would not be pretty.
Rouge sprang to the floor. Her body, once more under her conscious control, took again her seemingly normal shape and proportions. Her arms elongated and retrieved the assorted pieces of her metal-mesh clothing from the floor.
The alarms still rang through the complex.
"Seems like we must take a break for the moment, mon enfant," Rouge said, while she dressed, making it hard to discern if she had slid her attire on, or she had flowed into it. "We must finish this later, oui?"
Robin did not answer, his lips pressed tight, while his penis still pulsed, his erection refusing to subside away even after it had pumped Rouge with what had seemed gallons of sperm.
"Keep it up, mon cher, " Rouge said smiling, her right arm casually stretching to take from Robin's left glove the scalpel he had managed to grab and hide minutes before. "Do not go anywhere."
Gathering her long hair in a ponytail, Rouge left.
Seeing her leave, Robin cursed her and himself. She had beaten him, he admitted in shame. Bruce was right. He just could not think with the right head. Why couldn't he have held it back? He had slept with women most men could only dream about, so why couldn't he control himself just this one time?
Robin sighed. For all he knew, he could have even impregnated that madwoman. And his goddamned cock was still hard!
"Holy shit! Is that thing for real?"
Robin would have jumped in surprise if he had not been bound. He had been so focused on his anger and shame that he had failed to notice the sounds from behind him.
"Just what went on right here?" Garfield Logan asked, shapeshifting to his green-hued human form after flying through the wall vent in the shape of a green gnat. "Ooh... This looks kinky."
"Just get me free, please," sighed Robin, closing his eyes. It had to be Changeling who found him. Now everyone, absolutely everyone, would know.
"Look, if Bubba the 400-pound redneck abused you, I'll understand it if you prefer to..."
"Gar, set me loose," Robin cut in, curtly. "Now."
"Hey, no sweat," Logan answered, beginning to unfasten the thick leather straps. "I was worried about you guys, but from the looks of that quivering monster there you did not have that bad a time. How come that sort of thing never happens to me? Is it the shorts?"
"Did you trigger those alarms?"
"Nope. I was doing my kitty ninja impression thru the air ducts," said Logan, freeing Robin's legs. "I then heard these screams coming from here, and allovasudden all hell broke loose. You think it may be Vic or Donna?"
"I don't know. Most of us were apparently captured too. It may be someone else," said Robin, looking around for something he could put on to replace the shorts Rouge had cut off. "Superman, or the Justice League. Perhaps the Global Guardians."
"Man, point that thing away! You could poke a guy's eye out," said Logan, as Robin stood up. "Jeez, and they used to call ME Beast Boy... You sure you are not half donkey?"
"Cut it out!" Robin exploded. "You think I wanted to end up like this in the middle of an enemy stronghold? Rouge raped me, goddamned it!"
"Rouge? Rouge was here?" Logan asked, his smile fading as something changed drastically in his eyes.
"Yes, she left just before you showed up..."
"¡A LA GRAN PUTA!!!" shouted one of the guards in Spanish as the metal door exploded outwards, striking the corridor wall with a thunderous clash. The two of them lifted up their blasters only to be swatted aside by the huge mountain of green fur and muscle walking out. Both fell unconscious in seconds, only their armor saving them from being mauled to death by the sharp claws of the enormous green grizzly.
With a roar, Changeling shifted to cheetah shape and raced down the corridor.
Robin stepped out carefully, looking out for more guards. He should have remembered that it had been Rouge who arranged the death of Rita Farr, the heroine of the Doom Patrol who had also been Garfield's adoptive mother. He should have been more tactful. Still, Changeling had reacted in uncharacteristic violent fashion. Even his usual joking had carried a strangely nervous edge, Robin now realized. It was as if he had not been entirely in his right mind.
Robin bent over the two fallen guards. They did not seem to be seriously harmed, at least. He considered confiscating something to wear from them, but he had little time to waste in lock picking and the armor could be booby-trapped.
Robin started to run in the opposite direction that Changeling had taken. Gar would have to take care of himself, Robin thought. He had a vague notion of where he had been held, and his first priority was to free the others. He wondered if the alarms had been set off by someone out to help them, but he knew he could not count on it.
He sighed. Having his equipment swinging about freely was not the ideal arrangement for a combat situation, but he had no better choices available.
Please, let it be if anyone but Bruce.
"Je suis le tenebreux, l'inconsole..."
"What?" asked Wonder Girl, her bracelets deflecting heavy machine gun fire, as she heard Mallah speaking out loud in French while continuing to fire at the enemy with a serenity even American action movie stars would have found admirable.
"Ah, that's Mallah's Cyrano posturing," said Warp, shrewdly hiding behind the tall American heroine, while he opened holes in space beneath the feet of the advancing troops. Surely the air above the Alps would suit them fine, he thought.
"...Etoile est morté. Mon luth constelle porté le soleil noir..." Mallah continued. Severed limbs and pieces of shattered armor surrounded him in grisly fashion.
"Cyrano?"
"DeBergerac. You know, the one who recited poetry while fighting his opponents," Warp continued, cowering as bullets and laser fire rained around them, to be deflected by the heroine. "Mallah does that merde ever since he read the Rostand play..."
"Mon front est rouge du basier de la Reiné..." Mallah shouted with a loud laugh.
"Uh?" asked Wonder Girl, still baffled.
Warp shook his head. Ignorant Americans.
Rouge ran down the main corridor, a squad of her men behind her.
Surely even that fool Zahl wouldn't have left the control room after she did, she thought. One of the two always had to remain there. The idiot savant technicians needed someone to tell them what to do, and even Zahl was not that stupid. Some malfunction had to have severed the communications link, she concluded. She would have the head of whoever's incompetence had left them vulnerable to attack.
Behind her, the last guard stopped and looked back.
"¿Qué carajo?" he muttered. "Was that a growl?"
Robin turned the corner, only to come almost face to face with half a dozen armored troopers guarding the cellblock. As the rest of Zahl's soldiers, they wore heavy metal armor, with jetpack attachments on their backs and plasma blasters built-in on their right arms. For a fraction of a second, they all seemed to stare at the young hero's exposed groin before finally raising their blaster arms.
Damn, thought Robin, as he jumped forward and down into a mae ukemi roll, just in time to avoid the blaster fire aimed at chest level. Rolling to his knees, he immediately rushed for the legs of the closest trooper, upturning him with a double-leg pickup. The trooper's blaster fired wildly as he fell, striking down the three soldiers to his right.
Robin immediately jumped to a side of the trooper he had taken down, in time to avoid the fire from the one standing to the left. They clearly had no qualms about killing their own. Dodging beneath the raising arm of the other standing soldier, Robin sidestepped behind his armored bulk, using it as a shield, and pushed him forward with his shoulder. The other one shot at his stumbling comrade before he crashed unto him, making both fall. One of the first fallen soldiers, who had not been disabled by his teammates' fire, tried to rise and aim at Robin. The young Titan easily kicked the arm to a side, and spun in a single motion to land a kekomi yoko-geri square on the half-risen trooper's chest, sending him crashing back down.
As the trooper then tried to fire at him from the ground, Robin sat on his chest in mount position, and with both hands, twisted the blaster arm so that its fire hit the soldier trying to stand behind them, who had just slid out from beneath the body that had fallen on him.
Keeping his weight on the man's chest, adding to that of the armor's own, Robin leaned forward, his arms locked around the man's right arm, and pushed it back. Carefully using the right angle to maximize leverage, he bent the trapped arm back, until both elbow and shoulder joints inside the metal mesh sleeve gave with audible pops. The man inside the armor began to scream, his blaster arm now useless.
Feeling the armor's metal uncomfortably cold against his bare genitals, Robin immediately stood up and evaluated the situation. The other five troopers were incapacitated. Three had their armor disabled, and seemed unconscious, and two seemed to have been killed outright, all resulting from the blaster fire of their very own companions.
He regretted having been unable to stop them all without casualties, but he had actually been quite lucky. The heavy armor had rendered the soldiers safe from any effective striking techniques, but their numbers had worked against them in such close quarters, and the armor had made them clumsy and easy to topple. Most of their weight was on the torso's jetpack and power pods. He had also deduced, from the comparative thinness of the metal sleeves around the upper arms, that they had no strength enhancing hydraulics. If he had been wrong he would be dead now.
But he had not been wrong. Allowing himself a second of arrogance, he smiled. Rouge had tired him more than this.
Walking towards the steel doors of the cell where his friends were likely held, he blushed, as he realized that to free them he would have to walk in virtually naked. He was only wearing gloves, shoes, the tattered, cut-into-ribbons remains of his tunic, and...
I am such an idiot, he sighed, removing the torn yellow cape still hanging from his back and tying it around his waist like a skirt.
A kilt, he thought. "Not a skirt. A kilt. Scotsmen have used them for centuries."
Now he just had to get these doors open.
Madame Rouge stopped as the men behind her screamed. As they fell silent, she turned around slowly.
Her troops were scattered in the floor like broken dolls, a green predatory dinosaur crouching above them. His glowing eyes were fixed on her.
"We have some family matters to settle, Rouge," Changeling whispered.
General Zahl stepped out of the elevator to find a fight raging before the entrance to the control room. Several metahumans were engaging his troops, including, he noticed, the two buxom bitches he thought he had already killed. These so-called heroes were worse than cockroaches, he thought, unholstering his sidearm.
He felt a cold shudder run through his body as he noticed a huge ape moving between the fighters, a gun blazing in his hands. It had to be Mallah, he realized. And if Mallah was alive, so was the Brain. They had not died all those years ago.
Carefully trying to avoid being noticed, he slowly edged towards the door that would lead him to the control room's other entrance. All was not lost. Once there, he would mobilize his full power and laugh at the charred corpses of these intruders.
The two right wires in the dismantled lock panel made contact, and the thick metal door finally opened. Carefully, Robin stepped in, and ducked beneath the wild swing of the lab coat-wearing pencilneck who thought he could brain him with a piece of metal pipe. As the man swung again in a clumsy backhand, Robin calmly stepped in, blocking with one hand, while delivering with the other a punch to the pit of the stomach. The man gasped as all breath left him, and fell down, hitting the floor with his head.
"Crap," whispered Robin, seeing that the man had lost consciousness. As he had thought, his friends were there, bound in complex technological restrains. He could have used some help to set them free. The guy was also too damn skinny.
Everyone was unconscious. Robotman seemed to be deactivated, his body again disconnected from his brain. Vic's cybernetic parts seemed half dismantled, well beyond Robin's limited mechanical skills.
I must free Wally first, Robin knew. His friend and Raven were apparently being drugged, as both had IV feeds on them, and Wally's dosage seemed more suitable for a horse than a man. Robin examined the set-up with care, seeking any traps or alarms.
Suddenly, he froze. Behind him, he knew.
"Fancy moves, pretty boy," a voice said in a hoarse guttural accent. "Let's see you try them again."
Robin turned around slowly. Three men had stepped into the room, wearing only boxer shorts, socks and t-shirts. One of them blandished a wicked-looking combat knife.
"I told them that hardware was too cumbersome and top-heavy," said one, his cold eyes fixed on Robin.
"But now we can move, gospadin," the one with a big scar all over his face said, flexing his thick muscles. "Time for payback, eh? He is mine."
"Tew lah mah..." the Chinese one spat.
Obviously, the release circuits of the damaged armors had still worked, Robin thought, calmly stepping away from his friends. He had already sized up the three men with his first glance. Big and thickly muscled they were, even the Chinese, but light of foot, as they had almost sneaked up on him. Almost. Well-trained mercenaries, then. Perhaps former special forces. The Chinese's stance spoke of Hop Gar kung fu. The Russian could be former KGB or Spelnatz. Perhaps Sambo grappling, then, besides the usual crap. The third one was possibly Israeli, from his faint accent. A Mossad renegade? That may mean Krav Magna.
"Always wanted to gut me a Costume," said the one with the knife, holding it in a reversed grip.
"Waist size thirty-two, right?" asked Robin with a cheerful smile.
Rouge's arms extended, wrapping themselves around Changeling. Her flesh changed consistency as she began to contract her limbs around the furious green tiger in her embrace, her expandable metal mesh outfit protecting her from his fangs and claws.
"Now, now, poor boy, let me give you a hug," she taunted.
"YOU BITCH!!!" Garfield roared as Rouge began to squeeze him, and his shape suddenly changed inside her contracting arms. An enormous green anaconda then began to coil itself around Rouge. "Let me show you what a real hug is all about," he hissed.
Wonder Girl kicked hard, and the massive doors to the control Room buckled inward, steel shattering like porcelain. The guards behind it scattered before the flying shrapnel.
"All yours," said Donna, turning to rejoin the fight behind her, her bracelets flashing faster than the eye could follow, deflecting bullets and plasma bursts.
Phobia entered the room, scowling. She would teach that haughty bimbo her place soon. The few guards inside the room aimed at her, before half their number fell to their knees sobbing, while others fled screaming, warm urine staining their armor from the inside.
As she looked up with a smile from her victims, a door on the other side of the room opened, and General Zahl stepped in.
"Welcome," Phobia said, delighted.
Zahl stared in shock for an instant at the tall woman in green standing inside his breached control room, before long-closed doors in his mind opened and a torrent of deep-buried fears rose with undeniable power. Zahl screamed as the pain and terror of his countless victims in the concentration camps overwhelmed his mind. Their pain was his pain, their despair his despair. Multitudes of emaciated corpses appeared everywhere, their skeletal limbs reaching for him.
Screaming like a madman, Zahl shot his handgun blindly, and Phobia stumbled to the floor, shocked, as bullets struck inches away from her.
Zahl turned and fled. Phobia's hold on him had been broken.
Madame Rouge was now worried. Her every attempt to morph out of Changeling's grasp had been unsuccessful. As she tried to flow away, he changed from monstrous shapes that slammed her painfully against walls and floor, to giant snakes that coiled around her shifting body tighter and faster than what she could morph. She had no idea the boy had become so powerful.
As she was slammed again to the ground, in what would have killed anyone without superhuman elasticity, she realized that he was not trying to just apprehend her. The boy wanted her dead. And by the look in his eyes, he was insane enough to do it.
"You win, boy, I give up" she said with a faint smile, stopping her struggles. "Take me in."
"You bitch, you killed my mother. I will make you pay, I will make you suffer..." Gar hissed, his reptile body wrapped around her.
"Or just take me," Rouge said, licking her lips with a lascivious gesture, as she deactivated the small device that maintained her suit's sympathetic morphing field. The metal clothing then decomposed into a myriad metal plates that fell off Rouge's body.
"Don't you wish to rape me first?"
"Bring him in!" Wonder Girl shouted, tearing a metal plate from the shattered door and using it to shield Warp from the enemy fire. "The control room is there. I need to know where are my friends!"
"I can't!" Warp yelled back, trying to make himself heard through the cacophony of screams and explosions. "I am wasted, I cannot do more openings! If I could I would have retreated already. The Brain will also never come in without the place being fully secured!"
"Damn," Donna said, and turned just in time to see Phobia fall and Zahl escape. She would have to find it out herself.
Rising to the air and rushing through the small hallway, Wonder Girl flew after Zahl.
Phobia cursed loudly as she saw the beautiful young heroine fly over her. The handful of technicians and system operators looked at her, aghast, knowing that she had been who had scared off Zahl. No need to instill fear in them, she noticed with a smile. Plenty of raw material there already.
Mallah stopped to reload his weapon, and once again sought out Starfire amidst the surrounding chaos of fire and smoke. The beautiful heroine was a few meters away to his left, her back to him, unleashing continued blasts of solar energy against their enemies, their numbers falling back before her fury, blaster fire deflected by the energy shield her hands formed before her.
Quite a woman, Mallah thought. As he grudgingly pried his sight away from her, he saw the squad of enemy troops emerge from a doorway to his right, and knew he could never reload in time.
"BEWARE!!!!!" he screamed as he jumped forward to cover Starfire's exposed back, moving with a speed that belied his enormous mass.
Koriand'r turned around just in time to see Mallah receive a dozen plasma blasts, his massive body shielding her, before the explosions also threw her off her feet.
Zahl began to struggle for breath, his heart beating painfully fast in his chest, his feet faltering. He was still shaken by whatever visions had assaulted him. But he would not be defeated. He would reach the emergency escape vehicle and leave the fortress. Once away, he would use the remote control in his pocket to detonate the whole compound, killing all his enemies in it, including that cold bitch Rouge.
It would all be just a minor setback, he told himself.
"Stop!"
Zahl turned around in panic, shooting wildly. It could not be. He would not be captured like a petty criminal.
A young woman dressed in red stopped in mid-air, her hands moving in a blur. "No! Don't shoot!" she shouted, as Zahl emptied his clip at her. Sparks erupted from her wrists, and Zahl felt a sudden wetness in his belly and chest.
"You idiot!" Wonder Girl said, landing next to the fallen Zahl, victim of his own ricocheting bullets. "The Titans, where are they held?"
"Der Fü- Führer... Said -better to die by your own hand than humiliated..." Zahl rasped, gurgling blood. "What an idiot..." he added, coughed, and then stared vacuously at the ceiling.
"Shit," Donna said.
Rouge spread her legs wide open, reaching to touch herself with her fingers, while her other hand caressed Garfield's scaly green skin.
"You are angry, yes. Use that anger. Fuck me with it. Hurt me with it," Rouge said, shifting her nude body slightly to rub against the coiled python flesh grabbing her. "Fuck me and make me scream."
"What- Why?"
"Make me pay, boy. Rape me. Hurt me. Fuck me until I beg for mercy," Rouge continued, her hips moving as she rubbed her exposed sex along the length of Changeling's snake shape. "Stick your big animal cock inside me."
"You-You sick bitch..."
"Yes, punish me. Make me your bitch."
Plasmus chuckled mirthlessly, as his protoplasmic body consumed another handful of enemies, his extended mass seeping in through the vents in their armor, giving them a fiery painful death.
As he turned, seeking more victims to quench his fury, Plasmus saw the big-bosomed girl with the long hair fall, as a concentrated barrage of plasma bursts blew up the floor next to her.
He retracted his extended mass, his protoplasmic self contracting again into humanoid form, and began to shamble in that direction, ignoring the bullets and energy bursts passing harmlessly through him. A large mass of boiling protoplasm began to take shape in his groin. He would now teach that whore with the big jugs what it was to be had by a real man.
Wally West shook his head, still dizzy, but his superfast metabolism was banishing the effects of the drugs. He had already vibrated free of his restrains. That was why they had kept him under constant sedation. A Flash was not easily held.
Victor cursed as Robin tried to reconnect his major arm flexor and failed. Much as he hated his artificial body parts, being crippled again was much worse. "Just get one arm right and then I will do the rest," he said. "Hey, why is one of those guys in the floor butt-naked?"
"Don't ask," mumbled Robin, scratching himself. That armor had really lousy ventilation or some people were certainly not into baths, he thought, wincing.
Wally blinked twice, and disappeared. Two seconds later he appeared again. "Nooneinthislevelanymore," he said. "Thereseemstobe-Uh- Sorry. There seems to be some real big mess going on a few levels up."
"Death," Raven whispered, still huddled in a corner.
Wally was instantly next to her, concern painfully evident on his face. "MyGodareyouok?I - Are you ok?"
"They are dying up there," Raven whispered, shivering. Her eyes were unfocused and her voice wavered. "So much death."
"The shit must have hit the fan up there," Victor said. "We must get there fast. Gar may need help."
"People burn, and die. In much pain," Raven added weakly. "A man burns them, but he is also in pain. He has so much anger..."
"You cannot do anything about it, Raven. You are still confused by the effects of the drugs. Ignore it. Use your powers to heal yourself."
"Koriand'r!" Raven said, opening her eyes wide, before vanishing in a burst of smoke.
Plasmus grabbed Starfire by an ankle, his touch tarnishing the metal of her boot, and turned the young heroine face up. She did not seem gravely injured, but still remained unconscious. He preferred it that way. It would be annoying if she started to scream, he thought, spreading her shapely legs wide apart, and reaching for the small metal mesh bottom. The protuberance in his groin had grown to half the length of a baseball bat.
"Stop!"
A cloud of black smoke had erupted noiselessly to a side of Plasmus. In its center stood a slender young girl, wearing a wide cape and cowl of midnight blue, with a long dress of the same color beneath.
"Don't do it, please," Raven said.
She was skinny, Plasmus thought, and overdressed, but the long skirt was cut way up in the sides, and showed a tempting expanse of long, graceful leg.
"Ah! I will do you too, if you want, fraulein," Plasmus grunted. "Just let me finish with Boobs here first."
Raven stumbled and fell to her knees, but from her body sprang a shadow that was not a shadow. The indefinable shape of dimensionless dark of her soul-self flowed freely and enveloped Plasmus.
"You bitch!" Garfield spat, his powerful coils contracting around Rouge's arms, legs and torso, while his tail thrust powerfully inside her sex.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me!" Rouge cried out as the scaly length of green reptile flesh entered her. It reached deep into her, and began to thrust in and out in wild fashion. "Harder! Fuck me harder! Punish me!"
All over the complex, Zahl's troops suddenly began to explode with no apparent reason, in rapid succession.
Houngan smiled from where he lay, sprawled on the floor. Despite having been shot in the leg, he had at last managed to establish a link between his control device and the electrical systems of the troopers' armor. It was now child's play to overload such a simple thing, he mused, as soldier after soldier died, killed by their own protective suits. He began to sing a twisted version of "Ten Little Indians".
Plasmus had ripped the thin dress off the slender girl's body and had raised her in the air, impaling her on his giant erection. She had moaned and cried, begging for more, and he had given it to her, filling her up to her chest. The one with the big teats had then gone to her knees before him, taking him in her mouth, hungrily sucking him with desperate need before he covered her face and hair and big round jugs with his boiling cum and she had screamed, coming in joy again and again. He had then fucked the dark-haired one with the great ass until she had fainted, his hot cum spilling in gallons from her tight cunt. Finally he had slapped Phobia around, and had made her beg him to ream her asshole.
It had been great.
Kid Flash reached Raven several seconds late. He had gotten lost twice in the corridors.
Raven was trembling, kneeling on the floor besides Starfire. Cuts and bruises on Koriand'r flesh, as well as the minor burns on her hips and legs, were fading as Raven's power worked on her, supercharging the body's healing process. Raven shook while absorbing the pain of the process.
Kid Flash looked at the carnage around him, and grimaced at the sight of the bubbling mass of pink goo that lay a couple feet away. "What is that?"
"He was very angry, and full of furious needs. He could have hurt Koriand'r," Raven said, breathing deeply, her trembling hands leaving Starfire's now fully-healed body. "I had to help him."
"That thing is a man?" asked Wally, shocked. "Just what did you do to him?"
"My soul-self took away his pain and anger, and returned it as the pleasure he sought," Raven explained. "He fainted then."
"You messed with his mind?" asked Wally, very uncomfortable with the idea.
"No," Raven said. "I just gave him the emotions, the feelings he wanted. How his mind received and shaped them I do not know."
"Mallah..." Starfire whispered, attempting to rise. "Raven, help Mallah, please."
Raven sensed the creature's pain before Starfire pointed at where he lay. He was severely wounded, and would die in a few instants. But she also felt the strength of Starfire's concern.
"You cannot do it," Wally said incredulously as he saw Raven rise and walk in faltering steps towards where a huge bloodied gorilla lay. "You are just too weak now. You could kill yourself, for God's sake!" he implored.
"He needs help," Raven stated plainly, sitting by the ape's body and extending her senses into him.
"They all laugh at you, don't they? -UNGH- They all look down at you and feel disgusted, those girls. AAAH!! You are just a pet to them. Oh, YES!!!! A silly, dirty animal," Rouge yelled. "But I want you like that. YES!! Fuck me like a beast. AAAH!!! A wild beast!!!! YEEESSS!!! Hurt me! HARDER!"
Rouge was on elbows and knees now, as Garfield took again tiger shape, thrusting into her from behind. The barbs of his feline penis dug deep into her sex's inner flesh.
"Hurt me more-YES!! AAAH!!! Punish me-YES!-for what I did to your mother! AAAH!", she egged him on, while one of her hands reached up to caress around his ear. His clawed paw brought the hand down roughly.
She just had to take it a bit longer, Rouge knew. Her power had allowed her to endure all the shapes he had taken, as she led him to a frenzy of mindlessness. He had obviously overstayed outside human shape and was losing rational thought, becoming more and more like the beasts he copied. Once he was totally distracted, she would morph one finger to razor-sharp point and stab through his ear, into his brain. It was just a matter of time, she thought, gritting her teeth.
Perhaps she would even come first.
The ape's body had lost too much blood, and vital organs had been badly damaged, but Raven's mind flowed into it, gently goading the flesh to re-grow and heal, to become whole again, infusing it with her energy, and taking the pain as her own.
Kid Flash knelt besides Raven anxiously. He wanted to hold Raven while she struggled, her obvious suffering gnawing at him. The effort of bringing that thing back from the brink of death had to be too much, he knew, but he did not dare to touch her, both afraid to break her concentration, and to make a fool of himself with his gesture.
"Wally, there!" Starfire called, pointing at a handful of armored soldiers coming at them. She was still too weak to generate starbolts, as Raven had channeled much of her energy towards her healing.
Wally looked up, noticed the threat, jumped up and ran off. Five seconds later he was back next to Raven, the soldiers scattered on the floor. He had moved too fast for them to react, and had knocked them all out with one move each, his hand vibrating through the armor as if nonexistent, while his speed lent each punch more kinetic energy than a sledgehammer blow.
"Damn, I hate feeling so helpless," he confessed out loud, feeling his impotence consume him, as well as the anger at still feeling drawn to Raven. He felt clumsy and inadequate next to her, always acting like a lovesick puppy, making a fool of himself, as he always did with everything. They all knew it. They all judged him all the time. He would never be as good as his uncle Barry, the REAL Flash. He was always afraid. He was not a real hero. He could just not cut it. Just like he would never finish college, never amount to anything, and his parents would be so ashamed of him.
Koriand'r frowned as she saw Wally slowly crumble, pressing his face against his hands, his body trembling. How can he be so weak? she thought. Death would be a better option than weakness, than shameful capitulation. She could never allow herself to be weak again. She had been so afraid when the Citadel had taken her, away from her family, away from Tamaran, and she had cried, all her training in Okaara forgotten in her weakness. She had cried too, as the Citadel Lord had used her, not after honorable combat, as it should be, but as a chain-bound slave. And she had been too weak to resist, too weak to uphold her honor, as he had beaten her after discovering that she was not been a virgin as he had expected. And she had hated her weakness when she had found pleasure while being possessed by the Branx guard, and by the Gordanian Enforcer, and by so many others. And she had been too weak to endure it all, as Father and Tamaran had expected her to, and had fled after the Psions captured her and awakened her powers. And her weakness may have doomed her family and world. And she knew that she would always be just too weak. Too weak to face the Citadel. Too weak to ever deserve to return to Tamaran. And...
"NO! What are you doing to them?" Raven cried out, aghast at the irrational fear that gripped her fellow Titans, shocked by the cold malevolence of the green-clad woman causing it. The powerful field of fear had shaken her from the end of her trance, her senses recoiling in horror at the aura of the woman called Phobia, whose unholy power was the perversion of everything that Raven stood for.
"Ah, you are an interesting one," sneered Phobia. "I can feel you pushing my power away, little girl, but you are too weak, and you must have fears too."
"No..." Raven whispered.
"Let us see what really scares you," Phobia said.
Changeling thrust into her, roaring. His initial eagerness had nothing to do with carnal desire, being sheer rage, but as he thrust harder and harder, goaded by her maddening taunts, his body began to follow the path of instinct. Animal lust began to chase his anger, one fueling the other. He would punish her. He would show her. Other thoughts were slowly banishing form his mind.
"Come on! AAARGH! HARDER!! FUCK ME HARDER!!! HURT ME!! AAAAH! Is that the best you can do?" she yelled, continuing to taunt him, amidst her cries and groans, her voice raising over his own growls, as she pushed back against him, impaling herself on him with frustrating enthusiasm.
"BLESSE-MOI!!! BIASE-MOI!!! FUCK ME!!! HURT ME!!!! FUCK ME HARD!!! SHOVE A BIG COCK INSIDE ME, YOU BEAST!" she demanded, her body trembling with the powerful pushes of her transformed ravisher, while her right hand clenched the fur behind his ear, a slim finger changing shape, becoming steel-like, elongating into a thin sharp point. "HURT ME, YOU DUMB BEAST!!!"
Want hurt? I give you hurt! Garfield thought, no longer capable of speech in his mindless fury, preparing to shapeshift.
"NO! PLEASE, NO!!!" Raven begged. "You have no idea of what will be unleashed!" she cried as she fell back, feeling Phobia's power reach for her with irresistible force.
"Oh, little girl, just what are you so afraid of? Now I am curious..." Phobia laughed.
Raven knew well her worst fears. She had lived with them all her life. Her demonic nature, the heritage of Trigon, must never be released, she knew. She held onto that conviction with all her will and training, using the statement as a mantra. Normally Raven's powers would have easily blocked Phobia's highly specialized but limited combination of telepathy and empathy, but the drugged imprisonment, and the effort of healing Koriand'r and the ape Mallah, had been too much for the young Titan. Slowly, Raven felt her resistance weaken.
Perhaps that woman Phobia needed to learn the true face of terror itself, Raven found herself thinking.
Suddenly, Phobia felt a tug on her cape, and in an instant of shocked disorientation, she found herself flat on the ground several paces away from her victims, her hold on them broken.
"I think that was a breach in our agreement," Wonder Girl said, standing defiantly with feet firmly set apart, and hands on her hips.
Phobia bared her clenched teeth at the sight of the beautiful young heroine. "So bloody proud and arrogant," she spat. "With your long legs and big tits. I will teach you, you sodding cunt, I will really teach you..."
Wonder Girl legs trembled as her determination wavered. What right had she to act like this, with such self-righteousness, when she was as tainted as the worst of them? She had climaxed while the Brain stuck a piece of machine inside her. She had cried and fainted with pleasure while Trigon had possessed her, and she had felt undeniable regret as he had been banished, denying her his touch again. She had wondered how it would feel to be entered by an animal. She was nothing more than a slut. She would soon spread her legs and beg to be fucked by any two-bit criminal or repulsive creature that crossed her path. She would never know a normal life, a family, a loving husband and children. She only deserved to be a cheap whore, raped and abused by beasts and monsters. She was scum. Donna Troy, dirty cum-hungry harlot.
"Not so fucking proud now, eh?" Phobia leered.
Wonder Girl closed her eyes an instant, opened them, walked four paces slowly, and with calm resolution kicked Phobia's head, sending the villainess sprawling back, jaw at an odd angle.
"So I am afraid of some things? Big deal," Donna said calmly, standing over Phobia's unconscious body. She had held back, just short of breaking the woman's neck, but Phobia would have to eat through a straw for quite some time. "Everyone is afraid. It is natural. Fear helps to keep us on our toes."
To her right, a smiling Warp began to clap.
"He is here!" Cyborg called out.
Robin and Robotman caught up, turning the corner to find Victor holding an unconscious Garfield in his arms.
"Is he all right?" Robotman asked, his artificial voice unable to properly show his concern.
"He seems fine," Cyborg answered. "No external injuries, and my sensors detect no internal damage, either. He just seems completely worn out."
"Why the hell is he naked?" asked Robotman, baffled.
"Beats me. He is ok, that is enough."
"His morph-sensitive costume must have been unable to go through the strain of some drastic transformation," Robin said, examining the surroundings. The walls, floor and ceiling were splattered with red. "He was in quite a fight here..." he added softly, looking with a blank expression at the pieces of gelatinous red-hued substance scattered all over the corridor.
"There were those wounded troops back there," Robotman said.
"Besides that," Robin said, kneeling to examine the remains. "He had to change into something big. Something that shocked his system. That she could not keep up with."
"She? Who-?"
"Rouge," Robin cut in laconically, lifting a handful of plates of blue metal-mesh.
"He did this to her?" Cyborg asked incredulously, realizing the nature of the remains.
Robin pointed at the large indentations in the metal ceiling and floor. "As something very, very big."
"She must have really pushed him to risk such a change. He could have died," Cyborg said.
"He did what had to be done," Robotman said flatly. "The Doom Patrol is finally avenged."
THE TRUCE EPILOGUE: AFTERMATH by JR
"I remember finding Robin, and then I heard Rouge's name, and... I- I can't remember anything else. It was just so angry... It was so hard to think," mumbled the still shaken Changeling, wrapped in Raven's cloak. "What - What did I do?"
"Look, just forget it," said Cyborg, his arm around his friend's trembling shoulders. "We all got through this alive, that is all that matters."
"Yeah, it is alright, kid," said Robotman, one cold metal hand reaching to touch with care Changeling's head. In his other hand, he closed his fist tightly, his strong fingers crushing Zahl's monocle. "Rita and the others would have been very proud of you."
Garfield then begun to cry.
It was for the better that Logan remembered nothing, Robin thought. He preferred not to ponder too much himself about the exact circumstances of Rouge's death. Madwoman or not, it was still very unpleasant to think that she had died, torn to pieces, mere minutes after having had intercourse with him. That was a first, even for him.
"Richard!"
Robin turned around to see Koriand'r running towards him, her lovely face lighted by a dazzling smile, her full bosom moving with each stride.
"X'Hal be thanked! I had been so worried about you!" she said, hugging him. Robin was not short at all, but still her breasts, pressed against his chest, rose up to his chin, and he had to stand on tiptoes to return the embrace. For one very awkward instant, both looked at each other, not sure of whether to kiss or not.
Blushing, Robin stepped back, his hand caressing Kory's soft cheek with shy uncertainity. "I am glad you look fine-uh- Alright, glad that you are alright, too."
Kory beamed at him, looking so adorable despite her dirtied skin and disheveled hair, making him shift his weight from foot to foot uneasily, not knowing just what to say, feeling both embarrassed and guilty as heck. He had just been thinking about the horrible death of a woman who he had coupled with less than an hour ago, and already he was again hot enough to melt a glacier. There was no hope for him.
He had to say something, he knew, panicking as he looked at those warm green eyes of hers. Say anything, you putz! he thought.
Where are the legions of heavily-armed enemies when you really need them?
"Excellent work, I must say, " said the Brain. "All things considered."
All around them, people were cleaning up the remains of the battle. The remaining armored troopers were now following Warp's instructions.
"You are in command now, I see," said Wonder Girl.
"Oui. Very practical people, mercenaries. Will follow whoever agrees to pay their salaries. No hard feelings at all."
"So you will now rule Zandia?"
"Mon Dieu, no! Who wants to get tangled up in such hassles? Figurehead work. The Zandian bureaucracy will surely reorganize itself soon. Very adaptable organism," the Brain explained. "There is also the delicate matter of dealing with the local church. No... We prefer Zandia to remain as it was, for now."
"And this fortress?"
"Too extravagant an expense. Only megalomaniacs go for such ridiculous gestures. We shall land it shortly and begin dismantling it. Will get a nice profit, selling it by parts, even after the expense of repairing your airplane. Have already received many interesting offers for the null-gravity system."
"It will be better if we leave now," Wonder Girl said, uneasy.
"Ah, quel dommage," the Brain said. "It really was a pleasure working with you, ma chérie. I really hope we can again do business together in the future."
"I hope not," Wonder Girl replied.
"I don't see why we cannot maintain a mutually benefitial relationship. We did fix your airplane, no? Surely the old 'hero-villain' clichés are meaningless in these modern times..."
"Right and wrong will always have meaning."
"Oh, well. All business matters aside, then," the Brain began, with much less assurance. "I wonder if, um, in the immediate future, my present uh-physical status were to change, you would be interested in... Well, I used to know a marvelous little restaurant..."
"You have to be kidding," she interrupted.
"Ah-Eh- Um, Oui. Please don't-" the Brain stammered. His metal shell would have reddened if it could.
"Your people broke the truce, you know," Wonder Girl said, frowning. "Both Phobia and Plasmus attacked us."
"Ah! We are always let down by the help. Please accept my apolo-"
"That means we are no longer bound by the agreement," she continued. "Better keep your act clean from now on, Brain. It was hard enough to convince Robotman to let you go this time."
"Ah, there is a small matter you seem to be forgetting..." the Brain said, synthetic voice hinting at deep uneasiness.
"Your little 'insurance'? I have not forgotten it. I expect you to keep it private, just like I expect you to keep out of our way. But if you, or any of your goons give us any reason at all to come after you, don't expect that little thing to stop me," Wonder Girl stated, matter-of-fact. "After all, like you said yourself, it was only sex."
I am surely needed elsewhere, the Brain decided.
"Go ahead, I will catch up with you in a minute," Starfire told Robin, as he walked towards the Titan's jet,
"Uh, alright," Robin replied, as nervous as he always was around Koriand'r. He was also trying not to scratch himself in public. He tried not to think about what he may catch from the damned underwear.
Mallah saw with some surprise the beautiful young heroine walk towards him. He got off the stretcher with a groan, his tired body an immense dead weight.
"I did not thank you for what you did to save my life, Mallah," Starfire said, placing her small delicate hand against his.
"I was nothing, Princess. It was my duty to cover you. Your friend saved me, though," Mallah replied. "I am the one who is grateful. But they said she was too tired for me to talk to her."
"Oh, I will tell her," Starfire said, smiling, before leaning forward and kissing Mallah on his leathery lips. "Perhaps I may even convince her to accept your thanks in person. We all could thank each other, some other time."
As the lovely young woman turned around and ran to join her friends, Mallah stared at her in surprise for long moments, before looking at the small piece of paper she had left in his hand.
'Call me sometime', it said, next to a telephone number.
Wally frowned, and shifted uneasily in his seat by the jet's window, rubbing his eyes. Flash metabolism or not, the drugs still had to be messing with him, he decided. How else could he explain that Starfire had seemed to kiss that ape?
"Quite an amazing woman," the Brain said in French, watching the Titan's jet leaving Zandia.
"Comme ça," wispered Mallah from his stretcher, smiling a happy simian smile.
"So narrowminded, however," the Brain added. "A pity too, that it would not be polite to commercially release those videos. Would surely produce considerable revenues in the right circles..."
Mallah looked at the Brain, not smiling anymore.
"Not polite, thought. Or wise," the Brain hastily added.
Mallah nodded, and closed his eyes, one hand closed tightly over his chest. He really needed some rest.
"But just a few copies to selected acquaintances..." the Brain muttered to himself.
THE END
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