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Below The Belt update
🕑 Added 2017-12-06 20:04:24 +0000 UTC
It had been a long week for Raven. There had been no emergencies, which was either a blessing or a curse. On the plus side, she hadn’t had to go into battle while whoever it was that had her portal toyed with her. On the minus side, she thought there was a possibility that a fight could offer her some relief. The person would stop fondling her while she fought to protect innocent people and the adrenaline would flush the sickly, lingering warmth out of her system.
Because it had been piling up on her the last few days. He—she felt sure it was a he—had figured out the difference between DENIAL and ORGASM, as she spent a restless night being fingered, and licked, and fingered, stretched and opened and entered until she was all but being fisted, the pleasure overwhelming, making her see pounding darkness in her eyes, but not allowing her to come. It’d let off after literally hours of her feeling everything short of orgasm. She wanted to kill whoever had done that to her. Or kiss him and beg him to finish her off.
Then, while she was having breakfast and listening to Beast Boy’s inane attempts at conversation, fingers had started stretching her out again, only this time she could just tell that it was possible to reach climax. It was like a bass sound playing underneath the music of her rushing pleasure, ready to join in the crescendo. She’d tried to resist it—Gar was right there, hands in his pockets like some slouchy little boy—but she’d wanted to just come almost as bad.
Raven's panties were now on the shag carpet in front of the couch, along with her white linen shorts and black panties. She was up on the couch, still wearing her Joan Jett shirt, and trying to catch her breath in order to keep up with the warm tinglings spreading out from between her widely parted legs.
Her posture on the couch was obscene, and she loved it. Leaned back against the cushions, she had her bare feet on the edge of the couch and her knees up and widely out. Her cunt, smoothly bordered with fine black hair that rose to a tuft on her pubis, had its pink lips wide open under her chastity belt and was already watering for more of the dildo's caress. Because whoever had stolen her portal, he wasn’t just fingering her or licking her anymore. He was using something that buzzed and vibrated and purred its way into her sex, and she could feel its efforts rattling into her from her clit to her tightly puckered anus.
She closed her smooth white thighs on her dildo and softly moaned. She stretched out her legs from the couch and clamped her thighs hard on the wonderful thing and whined at how good it now felt with her asscheeks rocking back and forth on the edge of the couch and her body arching and writhing and shuddering. Her phantom lover jammed the miracle cock against her wet cunt and Raven thought this could be all the cock she'd ever need in the future. She was panting when she relaxed from the first orgasmic tinglings she'd known in what felt like far too long. And she was panting with the anticipation of having that beautiful thing slide right up inside her cunt. Her lover wouldn’t give it to her, not yet, not matter how open she was, how much she wanted it.
“You’re a fucking bastard, you know that?” Raven growled into thin air, nonetheless smiling as she assumed the position, knees widely parted, soles of her feet pressed together. He hadn’t been too rough on her since he’d figured out the portal. He always finished her off, then stopped before his efforts grew too painful on her sensitively orgasmic cunt. It was almost like having really great masturbation sessions, just totally at random.
She was smiling down at her cunt, a beautiful part of her body, neglected for far too long. She’d had no idea how good it could be when it was literally out of her hands and she had to allow another control over her pleasure.
Raven had a nice, pink, prominent clitoris. It became more prominent still as her lover teased all around it with the tip of the buzzing dildo. She could feel its vibrations up her spine, all through her buttocks and between the soles of her feet and in her lips. Her lips felt swollen, just like her cuntlips were; both pairs of lips yearned to suck on a big, fat cock.
Raven bit her lip. She wanted to suck the dildo too, taste her own orgasmic pleasure on it. She wanted to find the man who kept doing this to her and show him how it felt to be fucked so hard, so damn hard. She wanted to get all the pleasure out of him that she could get.
If a lesbian had barged into Raven's living room right then, Raven would have let her do anything she wanted. If a man had walked in right then, she'd have let him fuck her. But the door was locked and she was safely alone with the feelings inside her.
The vibrator stopped suddenly. Raven groaned and humped up into empty air. That was the only downside of being fucked by her increasingly skillful phantom. He decided when she’d had enough. He didn’t even tie her up or cage her. He just seemed to turn a faucet and the flow of pleasure shut off. If he were there now, she’d turn him into her own private dildo. Just hold him down with her magic and ride him until she’d had her fill.
Though her slit and her clit were weeping for more of it, Raven let their hot anticipation build as she drew her shirt aside and eased out a shapely tit. Its nipple was beautifully turgid and crested and waiting. Its bluish color paled past the edges of that aureole, but still it suffused the plump tit in her hand with delicate shades of gray. She had to force herself to play with it slowly, gently, as she tried to keep her ebbing arousal up until her lover gave it to her again.
"Do you like my tits?" she murmured. Tiny beads of perspiration were forming on Raven's upper lip. "I wish you could suck on them. Bet you’d like that. But if you can't suck my tits, you can fuck my cunt. You can fuck it forever. That's just what I want. Give me what I want!"
As if in answer to her prayers, something pushed into her. It wasn’t the vibrator. It was bigger, more solid, grounded. Big enough to hurt.
"OH, GOD!" she cried, as a mixture of beautiful pain and galvanic pleasure entered her body along with the dildo.
"OH-H-H-HH, FUCK ME! I NEED TO BE FUCKED SO BAD!" Raven loudly cried, suddenly thrashing and churning on the long red couch with the thing deep in her cunt.
"FUCK ME FOREVER! I NEED IT! I LOVE IT!" she said. "ALL THE TIME!"
Raven was coming right up to an orgasm. The utterly unique feeling she had almost forgotten was now building and building in her hot, sweating body as she gyrated on the couch, violet hair flying about her, bared tit lolling about, hips pumping up in a reflex action to the man who wasn't there.
But the dildo was there, so deep in her cunt it felt like it was splitting her—wonderfully!—and whoever it was worked it around and around with their fist, stirring up her lust and her long dormant soul with the ceaseless, knowing rhythm.
She was just on the brink, she was almost there, the fullness of how fucked she was was an emotion in itself, a feeling of complete and utter fulfillment just waiting to spread over her.
Then her lover stopped, with a resounding stillness that told her this wasn’t another tease, this was all she was getting. Her orgasm still smoldered inside her, so close, but utterly unable to be reached. She clawed helplessly at the chastity belt between her legs, unable to touch herself enough to complete the intensity of the feeling.
She got up from the couch, rage competing with an unholy lust that seethed through every part of her body. Her pouting cuntlips slithered against each other as she strode across the room. And each of her steps jarred up through her legs to her cunt and her clitoris, her whole body feeling like one big, throbbing cunt.
"You want to fuck me so bad, why won’t you fuck me? I want you to, dammit! Just make me come like you did before! Make me come and you can use me however you want!”
The doorbell rang.
"Damn it!" Raven moaned, and for several seconds she made no move to answer it. She merely tried to fondle her lust-aching cunt. Her muscles twitched and fluttered, her thighs rippling tautly as she stretched and relaxed, stretched, relaxed. The sensations were unbelievably intense, and she had to come. She had to.
Again the doorbell.
"Fucking shit!" she almost shouted, her brain dizzy and confused. Reluctantly, she went to put her shorts back on. Her legs were shaky. She adjusted her clothes and staggered out to the door of her room.
She cracked the door open slightly, and said, "Who is it?" Her voice was hollow and annoyed.
"Gar," came the reply.
She opened the door fully. She could hardly look him in the eye as he stood in the doorway. She felt guilty all of a sudden. She had just been making herself come, or at least letting someone else do it, enjoying the violation instead of trying to stop or overcome it. That was ugly, dirty, unnatural. How could she ever look Gar in the eyes with this terrible deep secret burdening her?
"Hey, Raven—you think we could talk a minute?”
Raven ran a hand through her tousled hair, her scalp slick with sweat. She was very out of sorts compared to how she normally presented herself, and Gar seemed naturally curious. But at least being with such an immature jokester would banish the erotic, unfulfilled mood she’d felt suffusing her. “Come in.”
She stepped aside and let Gar enter. He closed the door behind him, and Raven felt a hot shiver in her groin. God, I'm alone with Gar!
She told herself it was just how turned on she had been. Any man would’ve aroused her in her present state. But it was still a shock to find herself picturing being with him, even imagining that he was her phantom lover. She could just see him, toying with her pussy like a cat with a mouse, knowing exactly the bestial instincts that she kept so carefully repressed and how to awaken them. Would she be prey, in the animal world of his, or a predator?
Gar wandered around inside, pacing as he gathered his thoughts—obviously as surprised to be in her room as she’d been to admit him. She let him muster up his courage. Raven realized with amazement that she was getting more aroused. Watching Gar was turning her on, and she tried to fight it. But the mere nearness of the boy sent undeniable waves of lust through her. Several times Gar turned to look at Raven.
Could he tell she was aroused? she wondered. Did he know she was completely naked beneath her thin shirt and pants? Could he sense that her nipples were firm and aching? That her thighs were smeared with her own seeping passion? That she was deliberately contracting her sex again and again while she watched him?
Despite her revulsion, her mind conjured up the lewd, lewd image of her and Gar tangling naked on her bed. She pictured herself fucking the surprised Gar, bucking around like some cheap gutter whore.
"No!" she gasped aloud.
"What?" Gar asked, turning to face her.
"Nothing, nothing!" she said. "I was just talking to myself." She tried to breathe normally, but she knew that Gar had detected the shrill excitement in her voice.
She couldn't stand there any longer.
Fighting to control herself, she said, "What did you want to talk about?”
“I can’t lie to you anymore. I have to be honest with you." His voice sent ripples of pleasure through her whole body. “Could we sit down?”
My God! she thought. He's such a nice kid, how can I think such dirty thoughts about him? What's wrong with you, Raven?
She gestured unthinkingly to the couch—or, more precisely, she gestured to the couch as she thought of how crazy her present attraction was to Gar when he was such a kid and not her type at all. He sat down there, and only then did Raven realize she had been masturbating… allowing herself to be masturbated… on that couch. Was there a wet spot? Did he smell how lustful and aroused she had been there mere moments ago?
There was no way for Raven to know. Taking a deep breath and trying her best to push those insistent, insinuating thoughts to the back of her head, Raven sat down beside him. She did her best to summon up the usual reaction of barely concealed sarcasm and abject rationality that Beast Boy usually provoked in her. “What is it, Gar? What do you want?”
“You remember about a week ago? We had that crazy big fight with Plasmus? He was all like AAAAAAAAH and we were like YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and Cyborg got hit so he was like BBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUU!”
“I remember,” Raven interrupted, perversely pleased to find her usual irritation coming to the fore. It seemed a lot safer to think of Gar as the annoying little brother he’d been for years than as the young man he’d become.
“And when we got back, we were all wiped. Cyborg needed to recharge, Star and Rob didn’t even their after-action pound town visit, and I… mightvegoneintoyourroombyaccident.”
“My room?” Raven asked. “This room?”
Gar laughed nervously, holding the back of his head. “Yeah… guess you left the door unlocked. Not that it’s your fault or anything. Or my fault! I was totally blitzed. Or no, not blitzed, just really tired and needing to go to bed, so I accidentally went into your room before I realized my mistake and I left and I went to my room and, hey, problem solved, right?”
“You were in my room?” Raven asked, now gripping his knee as she insistently leaned over. “Did you see a small slab? It’d be like a pocket mirror, only in the middle there’d be a… you would know it if you saw it? Maybe you noticed someone else was there or left a door open or—“
“I did see that,” Gar said. He took a hand out of his pocket and showed her something like a pocket mirror, only in the middle—
“You?” Raven realized, the shock of it all-encompassing, like a wave crashing over her. “You’ve been… you’ve had it all along?”
“Pretty much… I let Kory hold it for a little bit, and she might’ve gotten to third base with it, but that was before I realized it was, uh, so important to you.”
Raven was filled with the urge to snatch for it, to grab it and pull it into her arms, but she couldn’t move. Her surprise was utterly paralyzing. “Why have you been—why were you touching it?”
“You seemed happier. Like you just really needed to get laid.”
“I… needed…”
“I haven’t actually put my, y’know, penis into it yet. But I think you would enjoy it. And I know you’ve been enjoying what I was doing with it.”
“Enjoying…?”
Before she realized what was happening he had wormed his hand to the portal. Without hesitation, he shoved a finger up into her cunt.
"Oh, oh!" she cried. Her thighs locked together, but it was as if this only served to imprison the finger she was struggling to expel. It felt so strange inside her—it was amazing to realize just how strange it was having someone else touch her there. She’d been getting used to it, but the pleasure she was feeling wasn’t hers at all, it was Gar’s, he was making her feel this way!
She sobbed in frustration. He was so strong. And now he was wiggling his finger around in her sex. And it felt good. Oh, damn, don't let it feel good! she thought.
"It does feels good, doesn't it?" he breathed, leaning over her and pressing his lips to hers.
She kept her mouth tightly closed, refusing to have anything to do with the kiss. Waves of shock continued to engulf her, but she couldn't deny that his probing finger was reawakening the explosive lust she had felt earlier. She had to stop him. He was going to make her come. She had to make him leave.
His mouth still pressed to hers. Involuntarily she uttered a hot gasp, and her lips parted slightly. He took the opportunity to lick his tongue across her straight white teeth.
Then his thumb was up against her clitoris, and she couldn't prevent herself from lunging with her hips. Her thighs opened slightly.
"Please!" she begged. "Please, please, please, please, please!"
When she was finished with her plea, her mouth remained open. She couldn't help herself. He wedged his tongue into her mouth, and her tongue tasted his.
"No!" she mumbled. "Nnnooooo!"
Her legs shot wide apart, acting without any instructions from her brain. She realized he was pushing up her shirt, and she didn't stop him. Then his hand left her cunt and he quickly stripped his clothes away, heaving the garments carelessly onto the floor.
She was horrified. This was going too far. But she watched him disrobe, and when his huge young cock was unveiled, she gasped. It was bigger than she’d imagined. Much bigger. It was even bigger than she thought she could take.
Then he was naked and he pulled the pants off her body. Raven was on display now, showing her flawless breasts, her pussy wet and slippery, the cunt hairs gathered into unnatural sticky curls.
Her mind froze. Suddenly he was over her, his cock held in one hand, aimed at her sex. He’d set the portal between her legs.
A dizziness clutched her mind. She couldn't let him. She'd never let anyone. It was wrong, dirty, perverted, and her clitoris was throbbing like crazy.
What's wrong with me? Those same haunting words jolted her mind again and again. She couldn't let herself be fucked, no matter how much she wanted to.
Did she want to?
"I'm going to fuck you now, Raven." His calm words sent the ultimate shock through Raven's already tormented head. “And I want you to know it’s me.”
Then his hand was no longer guiding his cock, but was teasing her cunt and clitoris. She squirmed despite herself. She groaned.
He kissed her more feverishly than ever, and she returned his kiss with a savage tongue.
But then the thought of what he had done dawned on her, and she broke the kiss, crying, "Get off me! You should be glad I don’t incinerate you! I ought to rip you into a million pieces! Fuck me? You’re lucky I’m even letting you look at me!"
But his hand was working her into a frenzy of lust she couldn't control. She spread her legs wider. She bucked beneath him. It was like the angrier she got, the hotter her body was. Maybe that was why Gar was smiling. He had her now. Only her mind was fighting, her body was his to fuck.
She said, "Get out, Gar!"
She half-expected him to keep going, like the unwelcome sessions she’d had when he used the portal on her that always ended in very welcome orgasms, or at least for him to tease her with another stoppage before he really let her have it. Maybe she’d even have to beg for it—she was thinking about begging for it, wondering what would happen if she did.
The one thing she wasn’t expecting, didn’t even really comprehend she had asked for was for Beast Boy to leave her alone. He got up off her, leaving the portal unattended between her goosepimpled legs, and pulled his underwear back on. His huge cock disappeared into his boxer shorts, still massive, still hard.
"Wh-what..." She left her thought unsaid.
"You told me to go away, Rae. I’m leaving." Gar shrugged on his clothes, moving quickly and abashedly, like a scolded dog. Wow, he really thinks he’s hurt me, Raven thought. Well, hasn’t he? He was putting on more and more clothes, more and more of his green skin and hairy body disappearing under layers of cloth.
My God, has it come to this? Raven thought. Does he want me to beg for it?
Suddenly she knew she must speak to save her sanity. She couldn't let him leave, not now, not like this.
In a whispering voice, choked with passion, she said, "Come back!"
"What?" he asked, sounding confused once more.
She knew what he was hinting at. He wanted to hear her say that awful debasing word. He wanted to hear her beg crudely like some street whore.
"Say what you want!" he demanded.
She couldn't possibly. She sobbed in agony as his cock was buried within the fabric of his underwear. He began to step into his trousers.
"I can't..." Raven whined. "I can't say it!"
"Yes you can," he retorted. "You can and you did! I heard you. And you used my name, too! I fingered you and licked you and you knew it was me, you were calling out to me, night after night—this is what you wanted! So why can't you say it now, Raven? Are you that determined to be alone?" He spat the words at her as if he were enjoying her torment.
He continued to dress. “I didn’t know who it was!” Raven protested. “I just thought of… whoever came to mind!”
Raven's legs arched, her thighs quivered. Her whole body pulsated in excruciating arousal. Her hands danced down to her belly, but she didn't touch her sex. She didn't dare, even though she had the portal back, along with every right to. Surely, she could touch herself as well as Beast Boy ever had. Surely.
And then nothing seemed to matter except her hot, rampant desire and she groaned, "All right! God, I can't help it! I want it! I want you to. Come back! Come back and fuck me! Hurry, Gar! Hurry and fuck me!"
“Why?” Gar asked her.
“Because I knew. On some level I knew.”
It was exactly what Gar had wanted to hear. He stepped out of his partially donned trousers and peeled his boxer shorts down over his hips. He discarded both garments. Ten seconds after Raven had begged him to fuck her, he was back on the bed, his hand working vigorously between her hotly open thighs. The portal was still there, and as he fingered into it, he actually pressed the back of it against the crotch of Raven’s chastity belt.
She was sobbing, a mixture of guilt and ecstasy. It seemed incredible to her that she had actually spoken the words. But she had, and they couldn't be unsaid now.
It wasn't a nightmare, not any more. Maybe later the full horror of the situation would return to her. But now she was simply numb—numb mentally—uninterested in all the taboos she’d been brought up with that declared her behavior wrong and indecent. She only knew what she needed: Sex.
It was happening. The dark, dirty fantasy she hadn’t even known she’d been entertaining was about to come true, and she wasn't even fighting it. She hunched up slightly off the couch and, without any help from him, slipped completely out of her clothes. She heaved the garments aside, letting them sail to the carpet where they’d been lying minutes ago. Minutes ago? It seemed like an eternity to her.
She spread her legs indecently wide and waited for him to fuck her.
His lips neared hers, his tongue poking out to touch her mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she murmured.
She kissed back at him wildly, feeling his cock pressing into her thigh. His hand was driving her mad as he spread the slippery lips of her sex with his young able fingers and the portal that was now freely offered to him.
"Mmmfff!" she groaned into his mouth. "Oh, Gar! I need it, do whatever you want to me! Use me, fuck me, make me come."
Her words seemed unreal to her, yet she couldn't stifle them. It was as if a dam had burst and all the waters were crashing uncontrolled through the broken barrier. She still had her inhibitions, but they had no power over her. Her lust was master, ruling her body, causing more and more liquid to flow out of her pussy onto Gar's skillful fingers.
"Fuck, fuck!" she moaned hysterically.
Then she fell silent.
That was exactly what was going to happen, Raven realized.
She was going to fuck.
Comments
What happened to your fanfic.net page?
Shendude
Y'know, I never really got the appeal of the whole chastity belt thing before. This may have changed my mind a tad.
