[Teen Titans] Raven's Binding Contract

DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, and related sexual content.  All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.

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To say Raven had never been happy about her parentage would be a massive understatement.  Ever since she was a child, she had struggled against the corrupting influence of her demonic father Trigon, who sought to use her as a tool in his conquest of Earth.  For years she had been forced to suppress her emotions, as even the slightest moment of anger could lead to her demonic instincts taking control.  When she finally faced her father in battle and obliterated him with her true power, she thought her problems with her demonic heritage were over and done with.

But now, it seemed her status as a half-demon had gotten her into one final fix.

“How long has it been by now?” the cloaked man asked, circling the helpless superheroine.  “Almost nine hours straight?  Truly, your resistance is impressive, if futile in the long run.”

“FHHK YHH!”

Raven didn’t know the name or face of the man who had captured her, only that he was an ameteur magician and had apparently been planning this for a long time.  The trap he’d set was too well executed to be a spur-of-the-moment thing: a mugging in a dark alley, timed perfectly so she’d stumble across it on patrol, but in a remote enough part of Jump City that the other Titans couldn’t reach her in time if she managed to call for help.  She’d swooped down from the rooftops to stop the mugger, only to crash headfirst into an array of magical wards that silenced her communicator, disrupted her concentration, and sapped her strength.

It hadn’t been anywhere near enough to defeat her, of course.  Raven was one of the most powerful magic users in the world, and even weakened and off-balance, her opponent couldn’t hope to match her.  One cry of “Azarath Metrion Zinthos!” later, the mugger was sailing out of the alley with dark energy crackling off his cloak.

At which point the female jogger he’d been harassing rammed a taser into her stomach.  Raven had just enough time to curse herself for not checking for illusion spells before blacking out.

She’d awoken in a stone-walled dungeon, dangling above a table.  Her wrists were bound together above her head, tied to the center of a metal bar hanging from the ceiling.  Her ankles were similarly bound to the ends of the bar, keeping her legs raised and spread in a humiliating position.

Raven’s first instinct had been to call upon her magic and break free of her bonds, but it seemed her kidnapper was intimately familiar with her weaknesses.  A large sponge filled her mouth and was held there by a cleave gag with a thick knot in the middle, turning any attempt at speaking her mantra into a mess of muffled syllables.  While she could still cast a few minor spells non-verbally, none of them were strong enough to make it through the spherical iron mitts locked onto her fists.

The humiliation of her bindings, though, was nothing compared to the humilation of her outfit.  Her cape and leotard had been stolen away in her sleep, replaced with a short-sleeved orange dress covered with white polka-dots, a yellow apron, and a big orange bow tied atop her head.  Raven’s gagged cries of outrage had filled the air when she’d realized what she was wearing - not just because the outfit made her look like some kind of little girl’s doll, but because her raised legs were keeping the dress and apron flipped up over her waist, leaving her bare snatch on display!

That was when the cloaked man had entered the room, pushing a cart laden with supplies in front of him, and explained his evil plans like so many madmen before him.  However, this madman had very different intentions for Raven than the others.

“All my life, I dreamed of summoning a great demoness and binding her to my will,” the man had ranted as he painted an intricate design on the table below Raven.  “Yet no matter how I studied and trained, I didn’t have the magical aptitude to call forth even the lowliest of imps!  Then, one day, I asked myself: if summoning a demoness is beyond me, why not simply bind one already on Earth?  And lo and behold, I discovered the very daughter of Trigon himself running loose in Jump City, pretending to be a hero of all things!”

Raven had screamed at him through the gag, insisting she no longer had any connection to Trigon and she really was a hero.  But she had fallen silent with fear when he had completed the diagram, instantly recognizing the magic that was now flowing through her.  It was an immensely powerful ritual circle, used to contract the services of the greatest of demons.  With Trigon’s blood flowing in her veins, any agreement she made within this circle would become a binding contract, the terms of which she would be forced to carry out.  Her body, her magic, and her very soul would all compel her to obey until the contract was completed.

And the man had one hell of a contract for her.  Under his terms, all of her magical power would be irrevocably transferred to him, along with any power she regained in the future, and she would be forced to obey his every whim.  Pages upon pages of mandatory duties and punishments were laid out for her, but the underlying purpose was clear: Raven would be his willing sex slave, compelled to love him unconditionally and service him however he saw fit.

Finally, once the man had laid out his terms, he had tugged the knotted cloth from her mouth and pulled out the sponge gagging her.  “Well, Raven?  Do you accept the terms of the contract?”

“Azarath Metrion Zinth-MMPH!”

The man hurriedly clapped his hand over Raven’s mouth.  “That, my dear,” he snarled, “was a grave mistake.  An understandable mistake, but a grave mistake nonetheless.”

From there, the “negotiations process”, as the man described it, had begun, and it was anything but pleasant for Raven.  As she had correctly deduced before her attempted attack, the man had altered the ritual circle slightly, removing the part that prevented either party from touching or harming the other before the contract was finalized - he wouldn’t have been able to remove her gag otherwise.  In her current bound and gagged state, however, that was a much bigger problem for her than for him.

He’d started with merely his hands roaming over her body, caressing places she’d only ever allowed Garfield to touch her, occasionally delivering a stinging slap that made her gray skin flush red.  But he’d soon decided groping wouldn’t be enough to break her and brought out a more interesting device: a vibrating massager, the type Starfire had hidden in her sock drawer and thought none of the others knew about.

Raven didn’t have many coherent memories after that point, as the vile magician used his powers to levitate the vibrator, grinding it into her bare pussy.  For someone like Raven who’d rarely experienced the pleasures of the flesh, it was absolutely unbearable - especially since he carefully managed the device’s speed to keep her on the edge, not allowing her a single orgasm.

The only breaks she got came once every hour, when the man removed her gag to ask her whether she would accept the contract.  She’d come to dread even that brief respite, though, as he punished each refusal by soaking her sponge-gag in an awful potion he’d prepared in a bowl off to the side.  It tasted terrible, it burned her tongue like hot sauce, and worst of all, it amplified her arousal, making the vibrator’s teasing that much more torturous.

“And that’s the nine-hour mark,” the man said, the vibrator finally floating away as he removed her gag once more.  “You’ve held out well, far better than I’d expected.  The lust potion should have shattered your will hours ago, and yet you still resist me!”

He dipped the sponge into the bowl once more, letting the bright red liquid soak into it.  “In honor of your achievement, I’ll grant you this one chance.  Accept the contract now and I’ll allow you to retain, say, five percent of your magic while in my service.  Refuse, and things will become much worse from here on out.”

It spoke volumes about how far Raven had been pushed that she was actually considering the offer.  She was exhausted from hours of sexual torment, and her potion-addled body ached for him to do whatever he wished to her as long as he gave her the climax she needed.  Finally, she opened her mouth and stammered out her reply.

“A-a-azerath... Met-metrio-”

“And that’s quite enough of that,” the man interrupted harshly, forcing the dripping sponge back into Raven’s mouth and tying the cleave gag back into place.  “While your resilience is indeed impressive, it tries my patience!”

The vibrator levitated back into view, and to Raven’s mounting horror, it was joined by two others that positioned themselves against her breasts.  At once, the three devices buzzed to life, and Raven let out a screaming, gurgling moan as she came harder than she ever had in her life.

Instead of letting off there as she expected, though, the vibrators continued to grind against her pussy and circle around her nipples, buzzing faster and faster as the magician slowly pushed them to their maximum speed.

“Since denying you a climax seems to be ineffective, perhaps the opposite will be more persuasive!” the magician boomed.  “Let’s see how willful you are after three hours of sensory overload!”

As Raven’s limbs tugged harder than ever at the metal bar, the potion and vibrators already dragging her kicking and screaming toward a second orgasm, she couldn’t help wondering if she would even last three minutes under this onslaught, much less three hours...