DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, dubiously consensual and non-consensual sexual elements. It is intended to be a fantasy, nothing more. In the real world, no one should ever be forced to engage in any sexual activity, ever. There are no exceptions. This fic and every element it contains should be taken as fiction, to be imitated only in play with a partner whose consent has been sought openly, honestly and without any coercion whatsoever. No author can control what the audience does with the ideas in their stories, but I can at least make clear that this is meant as nothing more than fantasy, and if anyone takes it as anything else, they are unequivocally wrong, in action and in thought. Enough people have suffered sexual and gendered violence that this deserves to be said, loudly and more than once. Resist Rape Culture and enjoy your porn. That's all from my soapbox.
“Oh, please, friend Raven? I would very much like to play Magical Girl Konata’s Mystical Adventures with you! My new wands just came in the mail today and-”
“No, Starfire,” Raven said with a sigh. The two women were alone for the afternoon, in the Titans Tower and as Raven was so often wont to do, she was meditating, floating a few feet off the ground with her legs crossed in the lotus position, staring out the window. The boys were out on some recreational activity and Starfire had declined to join them.
Because, evidently, she had decided to torment Raven by attempting involve her in childish games.
Literally childish games – Starfire seemed set on having Raven pretend to be one of the protagonists from her latest obsession, an animated program from Japan whose title she had been mentioning incessantly over the past month. It had quickly grown on Raven’s nerves, though she did her best to hide it, not wanting to upset her teammate. From what little she had seen of the program, it had seemed asinine, simplistic and immature, with little to no thematic value and even less plot. She was not, in a word, a fan.
“But friend Raven, I have been waiting for over a week for my new wands to arrive! They have-”
“No, Starfire!” Raven snapped, her eyes opening so she could glare over at her friend. Starfire was indeed holding two wands, pink and gleaming toys that were almost painful to look at. “I am meditating. Please leave me alone.”
Starfire’s face fell, her lower lip quivering, but Raven simply rolled her eyes and then closed them again. Her irritation flared sharply, but her even breathing slowly returned herself to a state of normalcy. She had started to meditate more frequently ever since her humiliating encounter with Red X, which had left herself, Starfire, two female guards, a museum curator and her female assistant all very well acquainted with a variety of restraints, gags, and the taste, smell and texture of their bodies. Starfire had recovered admirably in the six months that had passed, but Raven had found she needed a bit more time calming herself each day to keep an equilibrium. There had been many unnerving revelations about herself that night, and she was not at all comfortable exploring them.
It had made her more irritable, especially with Starfire’s blistering cheerfulness, but in this instance she did not feel guilty. There was no circumstance under which she would play with toy wands from a show with “magical girl” in its title.
She heard Starfire leave the room, no doubt sulking. Raven doubted her sadness would linger; Starfire always rebounded rather quickly.
Sometime later, she heard the door open again. She knew it was Starfire, if not by virtue of her mental presence than by the fact that no one else was in the Titan’s tower, and she would have been alerted to any intruders. Her paranoia had certainly increased in the last six months as well, she reflected somewhat wryly.
“Oh friend Raaaaaaven,” Starfire sang, floating up behind her.
Raven sighed, trying to fight off some of her irritation. Evidently Starfire had not fully understood her the last two times. “Look, Starfire, I’m simply not – ack!”
Strong feminine hands grabbed her by the upper arms and yanked her down – she lost control of her levitation and went spilling to the ground, shoved face down against it. Mind reeling from the sudden grab and impact, Raven blinked, dazed. “Starf-”
Raven froze, as cold metal encircled her throat and locked on. Immediately, she felt her powers, her magic, drain from her, in an all too familiar way. Her eyes went wide, and she struggled to right herself. “Starfire, what are you – OOF!”
Her friend half slammed her into the floor, a knee pressed against her back, her arms buckling under the strain. She thrashed out of reflex, panicking. “E-emergency alert zeuughmmph!” she garbled, as Starfire yanked her head up by her hair, strangling the words that would cause a general alert in the tower, and then her mouth was being filled by something, rubbery and circular.
Starfire’s hands pushed the ball-gag between her teeth with a happy little grunt of effort, her quick hands grabbing the two long straps and yanking them viciously behind Raven’s head. It forced her to keep her head up, groaning in pain as the leather was looped into the buckle, cinched tight and secure. “There we are, friend Raven. Nice and quiet,” Starfire said, sounding pleased, and let her head drop. It did, a small thunk against the floor that made Raven grunt, her hands moving along the ground to her head, to the gag that pinched into her cheeks and chafed at the corners of her mouth.
Starfire grabbed her wrists with hands like vipers, seizing them. “Ah-ah,” she said, giggling playfully. “The gag stays on, friend Raven. No talking until I say so.”
What is wrong with her?! Raven screamed internally, trying to struggle, legs thrashing and kicking uselessly behind her as Starfire adjusted her position, pulling Raven’s wrists behind her back and up into the air. “Uuuhhf,” she groaned, the strappado-like position forcing her chest to press harder into the ground. She felt her wrists forced into an X, fitting into smooth, padded cylinders, which closed around them a moment later, some sort of cuffs. “Much better. Hold still, please, friend Raven, I need to secure your legs, now.”
“Whhfph!?” Raven garbled, looking over her shoulder, doing her best to try to roll over onto her back to try to get some possibility of movement, a largely useless effort with Starfire’s knee still on her back. Her friend and captor turned and Raven kicked madly, trying to do her best to keep her legs out of Starfire’s grasp.
“NNMPH! UHN-UHN! Stphfr, sthhp!”
Her right ankle was grasped in short order, then pinned to her thigh. Continuing to hum, what Raven recognized as that stupid show’s theme song, Starfire took a coil of rope she had brought with her and casually began tying the ankle to the thigh. What few inches of slack she offered – the knee bent at a somewhat comfortable resting position – was secured by the rest of the coil of rope. Starfire wrapped the remaining rope around it into a little bar of cord, the knot tied between ankle and thigh to make it even harder for her fingers to reach, let alone untie.
This was rapidly becoming an inescapable situation, Raven realized, and she frantically tried to voice the emergency alert. To her dismay, the thick sphere, large enough that it strained her jaw, garbled the words beyond the computer’s ability to recognize. Worse, she could feel the drool starting to build from her thrashing head and attempts at muffled speech, spilling out the sides, down her chin, and onto the carpet.
“There we are!” Starfire chirped as she secured Raven’s left ankle, leaving her tightly frogtied. She rose, then, and looked down at Raven, who struggled and bucked and groaned and growled, trying to get free. Her arms, the only part of her with any real movement, rose up and down behind her as she strained against the ropes and cuffs.
“UUUH! GRRRMPH! LMM MM GUUH!”
Starfire giggled and clapped her hands together. “Oh, it’s perfect, friend Raven. You look absolutely helpless! Just the way you need to be, to watch the latest season of Magical Girl Konata’s Mystical Adventures!”
The cartoon? The cartoon is why she abducted me?! Raven’s head turned and she glared up at Starfire with every ounce of heat she could muster, trying to communicate the utter rage she felt at that moment. The collar, thin, cool metal against her flesh, pulsed softly as it dispersed more and more of her magic, rising at the call of her anger.
Starfire seemed blissfully unaware. She knelt down and plucked Raven from the ground, earning a squawk from her friend, hefting her over one shoulder. Raven squirmed, shouting demands for release, watching with a rising blush of humiliation as flecks of her spittle flew down and landed on the floor.
Starfire’s hand impacted Raven’s ass with thunderous force, the sound echoing along with the stinging pain that shot up across her flesh. It throbbed in the shape of a handprint, as her thrashing stopped, then redoubled.
“Now, now, friend Raven, don’t be rude,” Starfire said in a maternal voice. “This is no way to act around your companions!”
“NNNRMPH!” Raven snarled back, a thousand questions searing through her mind. She thrashed harder, as Starfire walked to the door. Like hell it isn-
Raven roared into her gag as Starfire’s hand fell three more times, impacting sharply with each blow, the other cheek, then to the one already struck, and again to the second. The blows fell on the same spaces, fiery pain reverberating along her now throbbing rear end.
“Behave!” Starfire shouted sharply, and Raven stilled, panting, a tremor of actual fear going through her. None of this was like Starfire at all!
Her captor said nothing else as she carried Raven along to her room. There, amidst the pink and girly toys and other paraphernalia, Raven was deposited on the bed, facing a small television. She bit into her gag, her face aching dully from the pinch of the straps and the size of the ball wedged between her teeth, but otherwise laid still. Struggling was pointless – she couldn’t escape.
“Now,” Starfire said, taking a seat on the bed and beaming down at her friend, a wide grin on her face. “You need to see the latest episodes, if we’re going to play with my wands, friend Raven. The DVD said I should watch them just like you are now, to get into the spirit of the show! Oh, it was so much fun.” She gave Raven’s rear a small pat, making her captive twitch and grunt in annoyance.
“I’ll be back in a few hours!” she said, and turned the TV on. “If you need anything, just call!”
Immediately, Raven began making eager mmphing noises into her gag, jutting her messy chin out, trying to get Starfire to take the hint. Starfire frowned, but reached down and, with one finger, pulled the ball from Raven’s lips. It took some effort and pressed painfully against her teeth and lips and jaw when it finally came free, but slid easily down her chin to rest against her neck. At least, she thought grimly, her drooling had served a purpose. Now, with her mouth free, she could try and talk some sense into Starfire.
“Starfire, listen, I’m sorry I didn’t want to play with your toys-”
“Wands,” Starfire corrected cheerfully.
“Wands,” Raven amended, doing her best to keep her tone even, friendly. “And I’d be happy to watch the show and play with you, really. It was very… very rude of me to say no.” Starfire opened her mouth to speak, looking pleased, but Raven continued, “But, um, I would like to ask a favor of you.”
“Yes, friend Raven?” Starfire asked, leaning in a bit, eager to please her comrade.
“Could you untie me? I can watch it withounnnNNMMPH!”
Starfire grabbed the ball and forced it back between Raven’s lips in an instant, her head pulled back and twisting, recoiling in horror as the invading sphere was returned to its previous position. “MMMMMPH!” she screamed, eyes squeezing shut, thrashing her head back and forth, her hands squeezing into fists.
“Oh, friend Raven! You even played the part of the damsel trying to talk her way to freedom!” Starfire cheered, clapping her hands. “Oh, you’re very much into the spirit of the show! I knew you’d enjoy it!”
What is she talking about? Raven wondered in a mixture of awe and horror. It was as though Starfire genuinely didn’t understand that Raven was truly outraged.
The theme song for the animated program had started and Starfire stood. “I will return, friend Raven! Enjoy yourself~”
Then she was gone, and the show began to play.
This was most definitely not a children’s television program.
The new “season” that Starfire had put on for her was only four episodes long, billing itself as an interlude between season three and season four.
It was also pornography. There was no other word for it. During the next two hours – and the episodes were a full thirty minutes each – Raven bore witness to an entire host of female characters, major and minor, heroic and villainous, all binding, gagging, fondling, spanking, flogging, teasing, kissing, groping, tickling, whipping, insulting, stripping and slapping each other. The plot centered around two major characters: the titular Konata, a just out of high school, socially awkward but earnest young woman full of dreams and hopes, living her days as an arts major, while moonlighting as a magical girl, fighting horrible forces of darkness with her magical wand that transformed her, and Mizuki, a third year engineering major, with a sharp intellect but a troubled soul, and an equally troubled past, who spent her days working hard at school, antisocial but ultimately caring, and moonlighting as the second fighter of darkness, possessing her own wand. The two girls weren’t friends, exactly, though clearly Konata wanted to be; it was this that sparked the central conflict of the four episodes. Konata, ambushed by a wicked male villain named The Magician, was defeated and captured, then subjected to a powerful spell that made her live her worst fear – that Mizuki would not want to be her friend, would hate her. In so doing, the villain imbued her heart with great darkness, and then sent Dark Konata out to capture Mizuki and make her Konata’s friend, by force.
Which might have made a legitimate plot, if the girls were wearing actual clothing.
The skirts and blouses they wore revealed more leg and cleavage and everything else than anyone would wear outside of a strip club, and even then, most of those establishments were classier than these outfits. They spoke the most ridiculous dialogue, Konata lamenting as she was completely overwhelmed by the villain that she could not resist him due to her “feminine frailty” and that it was a woman’s lot to be conquered by men. The focus of the animation was more on their budding, bouncing breasts and bums than on the actual combat. The transformation sequences, something Raven knew were sometimes risqué depending on the show – she had dabbled in the genre once or twice, on recommendations – were fully animated and exposed, naked young woman spinning themselves into even more obscene attire. There were a host of other characters, a witch whose breasts were backbreakingly big, a professor of literature who was secretly the Queen of Darkness (and Konata’s favorite teacher, as it happened), and so on and so forth. Each was sexualized in the extreme, and the Magician, in his sudden, unexplained arrival into the show’s continuity, had every single female character bind almost every single other female character, as the quest to free Konata from her darkness progressed.
Except it ended with both protagonists enslaved to the Magician, happily and obediently worshiping his manhood at the same time, and the rest beings slowly hypnotized to serve his will. The two were assured, as they worked, that he would allow all of them, even the Queen of Darkness, to resume their lives, but would keep them all as his pets, using them whenever he wished. It ended with Konata thinking, again, that this was a woman’s lot, and at least she could do it with her friends.
Where Starfire had received this horror, Raven had no idea, but it was most certainly not an official product. Raven had seen actual episodes of Konata, and while the background details were technically correct, this was almost nothing like the original. The show Raven had seen before had character designs that were normal, the dialogue was earnest if somewhat simple. It was not a bondage sexfest!
Something was very wrong here.
Starfire returned as soon as it ended, still humming to herself. Raven turned her head from the credits, her face practically on fire from the heat of her blush, her shoulders sore, her jaw a throbbing, drooling mess. She groaned and gestured weakly with her arms, but Starfire paid her feeble pleas for freedom – or at least a more comfortable position – no heed. Instead, she grabbed Ravens’ knees, yanked her backward on the beg, earning a surprised, angry squawk of protest. She plopped herself down on the bed, hands under her chin, legs kicking back and forth, a mockery of Raven’s position, with such freedom of movement on display. “Wasn’t it great, friend Raven?” Starfire immediately began gushing. “I felt such emotion, watching Konata’s struggle, and it was such a wonderful, happy ending!”
Raven stared at her like she’d lost her mind – which was increasingly becoming a possibility. “Mmmph,” she grunted, the sound incredulous. A wet spot had formed beneath her chin on the covers, and Starfire reached over idly and wiped the latest dribble of saliva falling down from the gag. She brushed it off against another part of the covers, making Raven’s blush worse for the reminder that it was there, and that she had gotten so used to drooling over the two hours that she had somewhat forgotten about it.
“Oh, I know, it was truly shocking! I did not think the program would be brave enough to put the two girls in their proper female place, but it was! And the part when Konata shoved Mizuki between her legs and-”
And on it went. Starfire babbled about this pornographic mess for over thirty minutes, as Raven sat in her bondage, drooling on herself, growing more and more concerned about both her friend and what playing with the wands would actually entail. She had seen enough to have some ideas where this was going, and literally all of them involved her in bondage.
Unfortunately, she could neither escape those likely futures yet, nor say anything to forestall them. Finally, when Starfire seemed to wrap up a point about the beauty of a rope cleaving Mizuki’s crotch, she floated up to her knees and declared, “Now that you have been educated, friend Raven, would you like to play with me?”
It took her a moment of thought, but she nodded after several seconds. To play, she assumed, the gag would have to come off. If she could talk, she might be able to get this situation to her advantage.
Or at least stop drooling.
Starfire shifted her into a sitting position, untying her ankles from her thighs and then helping her rise from the bed. Raven made no attempts to struggle or resist her when her legs were free, rightly judging that if she did do anything of the sort, it would be a futile effort. Starfire was super strong, after all, and without her powers Raven had no method to fight her on an even playing field. She jutted her chin out at her friend turned captor when she was sitting, and Starfire nodded, pulling the gag free. “I will play as Konata, and you as Mizuki,” Starfire informed her, producing the two wands, identical matches to those used in the show. “We will act out their confrontation, when Dark Konata came to claim her friend!”
Raven didn’t like the sound of that, and hesitantly asked, “After we’re done playing, you’ll take the collar off?”
“Absolutely!” Starfire assured her, beaming. “As soon as we have finished playing, you may resume your meditation and other daily duties.”
Well. At least that was something – Starfire had some plan to let her go. Raven nodded, took a deep breath and said, “Okay, Starfire. Would you please free my hands? I can’t really play with my wand if I’m tied up.”
Looking bashful, Starfire did just that and soon Raven was rubbing her wrists in front of her, very much resisting the urge to reach up and remove her collar. She had a strong suspicion it wouldn’t come off that easily, and Starfire would have her hogtied and helpless in a few seconds if she tried.
Hesitantly, Raven took her wand and stood. “So are we playing in here?”
“Yes!” Starfire said excitedly and hopped off the bed as well, her wand in hand. “I will arrive in your room, Dark Konata come to capture her friend, we will exchange opening lines, and then use our wands to transform!”
That raised even more troubling questions, but there was nothing for it. Starfire went over to get into position and Raven stood awkwardly beside the bed, attempting to calm herself so she could get into character.
What little character there was to get into, at any rate.
“Mizuki!” Starfire said, pointing her wand dramatically at Raven, voice carrying ridiculous severity. “For so long, you have been cold and distant and mean to me, whenever I try to be your friend! No more! I have come to claim you and make you my friend, and slave, forever!”
Raven did her best not to wince. Starfire’s “dialogue” was even worse than the what she had just watched. Starfire held that pose for several more seconds before it became clear that Raven was, in fact, supposed to respond. Hesitantly, she raised her wand and said, “K-konata. I, um, you’re not yourself!” Well that was easy enough to do; draw on real life for inspiration. “Something dark and terrible has possessed you! You have to fight it!”
Starfire did a reasonable impression of a glower and made an impatient gesture. “Enough talk, Mizuki! You will be my slave, and will love me however I see fit! Magical Girl Mystical Blessing, Transform!”
The tip of the wand lit up brightly with several colors flickering in a pattern, and Starfire’s clothes did indeed change. Her costume was transformed into a short miniskirt and skimpy croptop, both black, while adding knee length leather stiletto heels of the same color. It wasn’t quite the same as the design on the pornography Raven had watched, but then, those clothes didn’t seem to obey the laws of physics.
With a deep internal sigh, continuing to try to master her worries and many questions, Raven raised her wand and said, with as much conviction as she could pretend to have, “Magical Girl Mystical Blessing, Transform!”
The tip of her wand blazed several colors, and she awaited the magic or nanotechnology that would change her clothing.
Instead, her clothes were ripped off. Streamers of white ribbon billowed out from the wand, surging towards her, and Raven barely had time to flail as they started to wrap themselves around her body, shredding her clothing to bits as it connected to the fabric.
“No, Mizuki, you will not resist me! I have corrupted your wand, and you will be my slave!” Starfire declared, though her grin undermined the severe tone she tried to use.
The ribbons slammed her arms behind her back, pinned them so her forearms were parallel, wrapping around her limbs and her body over and over, the wand having slipped to the floor by now. “W-wait, this isn’t what happened onnnnMMMPH!” she shrieked, but then suddenly, a bright bow made of tightly wrapped purple ribbon, the center of which was a ball a solid two inches in size, flew up and slid between her teeth. It sank deep into her mouth, then expanded, forcing her jaw all the way open. She could tell, immediately, there would be no spitting it out, and thrashed as she fell forward onto her side, the ribbons continuing their work, rolling her over and over as they wrapped about her. In the end, her arms had been wrapped individually, her hands encased in ribbon mittens that left them useless, while her forearms had been secured tightly together. Her clothing had been replaced with many, many wraps of the ribbons, sleek almost silken material that clung tightly to her. Everything from just above her nipples and up was exposed, save for one wrap of the ribbons that went under her armpits from behind and wrapped up over her shoulders, to yoke them and secure her forearms further. They coiled about her, offering truly impressive cleavage, to her stomach, going so far as to hug her crotch and bum, conforming to their shape like painted on underwear.
Finally, it went about her legs, leaving only her knees bared, pinning her upper and lower legs together all the way down to her feet, which similarly found themselves paired up and pinned. The last touch was not part of the bondage, but just an insulting aesthetic addition: a very large bow, purple like the one in her mouth, resting just above her ass, as though she were a present, all wrapped up for someone to open. She squirmed desperately, trying to find leverage, but the ribbons were tight and unyielding, stretching slightly at every movement, then shrinking back to their original shape and size.
“Mmmmph!” Raven growled into the gag, glaring up at Starfire, who beamed at her. “I know this is different than what happened in the original encounter, friend Raven, but this was the only way I could make sure you would come along to play with my new friend. He was the one who hypnotized me, so I could capture you for him!”
Raven went rigid, her anger turning to fear as her eyes widened. She muffled several entreaties for release, which Starfire ignored. “He gave me this new season, and mailed me the wands. He plays the Magician very well, and he’ll be here shortly to capture us, his very own Mizuki and Konata,” Starfire told her with a grin. “Oh, I have to prepare.”
She opened a drawer at her nightstand and produced a second collar, like Raven’s, and put it onto her own neck. Smiling to herself, she then held up her own wand and declared, “Hyperslut Hypnowand Magical Bimbo Bondagette, Transform!”
Ribbons flew out in the same light show, but did not shred her clothing. They pinned Starfire in the same position Raven was in, but went around her clothing, or in the case of her boots, over just enough to be secure without hiding them. The ribbons were green, save for the white that served as her gag and larger, above-the-ass decoration. She let them swirl about her, wriggled experimentally on her feet, and then squawked as they seemed to yank her to the side. She fell onto it with a thud and a muffled groan, beside Raven, meeting her friend’s gaze, who was still horrified. Raven watched as her now fellow captive’s gaze turned blank, eyes glazing over, and then she blinked, muffling a “Fnnf Rnfn?” and twisted as she tried to use her limbs. Her eyes shot open, clarity appearing in them as she looked down at herself, and then she squealed, thrashing like a fish on a hook. Her heels hit Raven’s calves with a thud, and Raven growled, wincing. Immediately, Starfire mumbled an apology, and slowed her struggles, doing her best to escape and convey her deep apologies for abducting her friend.
Raven, however, had little attention to pay. She lay still, feeling every bit as helpless as she was, wondering who it was that had managed to hypnotize her comrade and use her to abduct them both, and when they would arrive.
Her mind went back to the ending of the show Starfire had made her watch, and her cheeks flushed. She had a feeling this would not be the most embarrassing thing stuffed into her mouth, before the day was out.