Raven drew her coat more snugly around her shoulders as she stepped out of the cab and entered the brisk, night air. As the car pulled away, the former Teen Titan made sure that she had the right directions by reading the address written on a small piece of paper she kept in her pocket. Once certain, she drew her shoulders up and made her way down the road, hoping no one would notice the collar wrapped around her neck.
Even at night, the inner city was usually warm due to the exhaust from cars, the lights, even the warmth of a million or so busy bodies trying to find their place after the sun went down. The liveliness only extended so far past the heart of Jump City, however. There were places where there weren’t many lights and that cars rarely travelled after dark. There were certainly less people, and those Raven might have met wouldn’t offer the slightest bit of warmth.
Yet, it was here that Raven found herself.
As she made her way past the rundown apartments and stores with barred windows, Raven showed only the slightest bit of apprehension. It wasn’t fear. Even as a group of drunken men called out for her to join them, she had no reason to be afraid.
It had been years since she wore the mantle of ‘Raven’, since she and the rest of the Teen Titans fought to protect the city from criminals and villains of all types. She was an adult now, and all of that was firmly in her past. Well, not all of it.
One of the drunks reached for the strap at the waist of her coat and almost pulled it free, causing Raven to shy away. She recoiled as he laughed out loud and doubled her pace as though to hurry away while the men catcalled her.
No, it wasn’t fear that spurred her. It was the excitement. It was the fact that she wasn’t recognized; she had changed, somehow. It was appearing weak and vulnerable to men who would do God knows what if they saw what she had been wearing under her heavy, tan coat.
As she rounded the corner, she slowed once more. Each step caused the heels of her open-toed black shoes to snap against the cracked concrete. Each step caused her bare thighs to rub against one another, stimulating her already aching sex as she felt the wetness oozing from her attention-starved cunt.
Raven bit her lip. Just a few minutes more and she would finally get some release. She hated feeling this way but she had no choice. At least, that is what she told herself.
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A few blocks away, Raven turned sharply off the street when she was sure no one was looking. The alleyway she entered was dark, damp and smelled like a combination of a drunkard’s piss and wet garbage. Yet, it was here that she met with her evening rendezvous.
Raven’s eyes scanned the darkness until she detected the glowing, orange tip of a cigarette lit in the far end of the alley. As she approached, the smoker raised their hand to their face to take a long, slow drag that ended with a puff of smoke floating upwards before disappearing into the darkness. The woman was no stranger to Raven, though she had come to know her better now than she ever did ten years prior when they would be considered enemies and, eventually, teammates.
Like herself, Jinx had left her days as a villain-turned-hero behind. She had grown into a tall, pale woman who had traded in her striped dress and leggings for a tight, form-fitting gown that bore a slit leading all the way past the outside of her hip. The boots, she kept those, mainly because her overly large feet wouldn’t fit more feminine attire – not that Raven would complain.
Her pink hair had been made much more tame, falling around her shoulders to perfectly frame her face with luxurious curls and a stylish cut. She was quite beautiful; enough so to make Raven, who she studied with her large eyes, gasp slightly upon drawing closer.
“You’re late,” Jinx said.
“Sorry, mistress,” Raven whispered.
“Well,” Jinx said with a bored expression as she flicked her cigarette, “strip, bitch.”
Raven’s head sank as she hesitated for only a moment. Then, slowly, she undid the strap fastening her coat shut and allowed it to fall away.
Underneath was something Raven would never choose to wear. She had worn quite a revealing costume in her youth but as Jinx’s large, pink eyes studied her and drank in the sight of the former hero being forced into a humiliating outfit, she couldn’t help but blush.
She was mostly naked, save for a few straps of leather that bound her body, putting pressure – very deliberately – on sensitive locations. The flimsy outfit seemed to grow from between her legs where it consisted of nothing but a tight g-string, complete with a zippered crotch. From her waist it extended upwards, wrapping across her toned belly and underneath her breasts as though to constrict them so that they would appear fuller while on display. From there, it wrapped over her shoulders to her neck where it attached to a heavy, leather collar that Raven had worn daily ever since Jinx had taken control of her.
“Very good,” Jinx muttered as one of her manicured fingernails pressed at the underside of Raven’s nipple, finding it quite stiff as she lifted her finger until the sensitive peak slipped free. “Very good, bitch.”
Raven didn’t respond. Her place was not to comment – not even the slightest word – as Jinx performed her inspection. She kept her head facing towards the ground as Jinx circled her, drawing her fingers across Raven’s skin while she searched for flaws or blemishes. Even a hair out of place would lead her to being punished but Raven was careful today. Her appearance was immaculate.
“On your knees,” Jinx whispered, only barely audible over the ambient noise of the city.
Shame caused Raven’s grey cheeks to turn an intense shade of pink as her bare knees made contact with the muck and grime on the dirty floor. She kept her head up only long enough so that Jinx could attach a chain leash to the clasp on her collar before, at the snap of her fingers, Raven dropped to all fours.
“Good girl,” Jinx said. “You ready to go for a walk?”
“Yes,” Raven replied.
“What was that?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“I can’t hear you!” Jinx twirled her wrist sharply so that the chain curled in the air, carrying the momentum until the metal struck against Raven’s cheek and left a bruise against the sensitive skin.
Raven bit her lip as tears stung the corner of her eyes, but remained silent.
“I asked,” Jinx said slowly as she took a step closer to where Raven knelt, “whether you were ready to go for a walk, you bitch.”
Raven’s cheeks burned, so much so that even her ears had turned red as she looked straight forward. After a moment’s hesitation, she opened her mouth wide and barked once, twice, three times. The high-pitched shrieks of submission filled the alleyway, bringing with it the thrill of being discovered. That thrill led Raven to shake her pale, round ass from side-to-side, as though to display her obedience.
It was for this reason that Jinx has chose to hold Raven’s training sessions in public. How long had it been now since Jinx had taken control of her life? Raven couldn’t even remember. She was slave now to Jinx’s perversions and, despite her efforts to resist, they had become her perversions as well.
It had started by being defeated. A lost fight over something…she couldn’t quite recall. It seemed so insignificant now, like most everything about her life as a hero. All she knew was obedience to Jinx’s every command and, as she felt a tug on the collar at her neck, she dutifully crawled forward.
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Raven’s skin quickly became smeared with mud and rainwater. By the time the two women got to the far end of the alleyway, almost to where Jinx would have taken her to the open sidewalk, both her palms and the length of her legs were already filthy.
As Jinx pulled on her leash, Raven hesitated. Despite everything, she had some pride left. It wasn’t much – she had all but left her past behind – but it held her back ever so slightly. Just enough for Jinx to sense her concern.
“What’s the matter?” she asked. “Scared to go out in public?”
Raven shook her head.
“Speak!”
The chain rattled as Raven recoiled. After several moments, she spoke up silently. “Please, mistress,” she said, “don’t make me go out there.”
“Why not?”
“I’m…”
“You’re what?”
“I’m…I’m…”
“Bitch…” Raven recoiled once more, as though the word itself stung. Jinx was harsh and sometimes even her words bit deeper than the sting of a crop against Raven’s backside, “speak!”
“I’m ashamed!” Raven admitted, finally.
Jinx sank into a low crouch and used the tip of one finger to lift Raven’s face so that their gazes met. “Who told you,” she said softly, “that you were allowed to feel shame?”
Raven whimpered as Jinx stood up and pulled on her chains, leading her out onto the sidewalk. Her cheeks stung as even breathing became difficult, much less moving properly. Any moment now, someone could open a door or look out a window – a car could drive past – and the once-proud hero would be seen crawling across the ground led by a collar. It made her heart race.
The shame was overwhelming, but so was Raven’s arousal.
“Here,” Jinx said suddenly, using her index finger to point at a streetlight. “Relieve yourself here, like a good little bitch.”
Raven looked up at her with her eyes half-lidded. She didn’t need to be told twice. As Jinx had instructed, she had not emptied her bladder since the day before and she had been desperate to do so for hours now.
She crawled towards the lamp post and rose to her feet while remaining in a low crouch. Her knees pointed outwards, and with her thick thighs parted, she reached behind herself to support her weight on one hand which remained planted on the sidewalk. The other moved between her legs, to the zipper at her crotch which she pulled down to reveal her moist, pink slit.
A snap of Jinx’s fingers was all it took for the obedient bitch in Raven to release her piss. She sighed as warmth spread through her lower half and a steady stream of yellowish urine shot against the metal base of the streetlight. Her urination lasted a long time – an embarrassingly long time – but the sense of relief was too much for her to contain. For a brief moment, the shame and act of release felt better than sex.
“Good girl,” came Jinx’s reassuring words. The poison that made these acts of depravity sink deep into Raven’s psyche and stain her soul. “But you made a mess.”
Raven looked over to where Jinx stood with the front of her boot lifted as her heel remained firmly planted on the sidewalk. Her eyes trailed over the black leather to see several light droplets that had formed as her haphazard spray splashed recklessly onto Jinx’s foot.
“What are you waiting for? Clean it up.”
Raven moved to all fours once more and sank her head low to the ground with her ass still cocked in the air. Without even a hint of shame or apprehension, her pink tongue darted out of her mouth to wipe the piss from Jinx’s boot. She was careful, slow and deliberate, as she cleaned the smooth, black leather. She knew that there would be pain – sweet, delicious pain – if she missed even a small spot. She cleaned way past what she needed to, going so far as to make sure the back of the heel had been coated with her saliva.
When she was done, Raven sat on her heels and looked up at her mistress. For what seemed like the first time in ages, Jinx was apparently pleased with her slave’s performance.
“Good girl,” Jinx said, using one hand to grab Raven at the back of the neck. Sher brought her knees together as she bent at the waist to bring their faces close together. “Good little bitches deserve a reward…”
Raven breathed heavily, tongue still hanging loose from her mouth, as she tilted her head back. Jinx didn’t kiss her – not with the filthy state of Raven’s mouth – but instead swirled her own tongue against the roof of her own as she collected a large wad of spit. She then leaned over Raven, whose mouth opened wide as the glob of Jinx’s heavenly saliva slowly dripped from her lips.
“Swallow it,” Jinx said.
Raven did, but only after savoring the sweet nectar and the shame of knowing true defeat.
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