Training the Incompetant (Closed for Demos)

[DracnKitten]

Barbara Gordon, soon to be the New Red X, was on her knees, her head down and hair falling over her shoulders as she breathed hard. She was at the feet of Slade, her one and only Master, and she had not been pleasing him.

His anger nearly seeped into her bones, as much as from her own imagination as from his true anger. She wanted so badly to please him, but she continued to anger him at nearly every move thus far. She looked up at him where she had fallen to her knees with pleading eyes.

"Please, Slade, I'm trying. I want so badly to please you, I'm just-" She didn't even finish the sentence, jumping out of arms reach before he swung at her. She anticipated the move out of fear, and decided she had best keep her distance.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Slade moved in on her, bo staff clutched tightly in one hand as he advanced on her. around them the room was barren as the interorgation room before, and they were both dressed as before. She nude, and wearing his control bands, he in his body armor. He had given her no weapon for this initial test, but had left such matters to her own devisement. To his muted delight she had stolen a collapsable bo staff from him, though it now lay aside, knocked from her grip.

He moved closer, speaking in a low and dangerous voice.

"You may not call me Slade slave. You shall call me Master. Is that clear, or do I need to instruct you in That as well?"

 

[DracnKitten]

Barbara was quick to jump out of the way, yelping, and doing a flip towards her staff, she quickly grabbed it.

"Yes Master, forgive me." Her words were quick, like her breath, as she moved to flip away, but she was afraid her moment of hesitation to answer him and moved quickly, stumbling some. It took her only amoment ro gith herself, but then her movements were off and as she turned back to face him and realized se was too close to him.

 

[Demos Straxus]

He stepped into her space, backhanding her roughly away from him, holding firm to his staff at the same time.

"Foolish. None may take my weapons without my bidding. Particularly while I am using them. Doing so once was amusing to me, and smart. Twice? That, my dear is a mistake of the highest order."

 

[DracnKitten]

Barbara yelped and fell back, cowering for amoment before rolling back onto her feet. She looked at teh staff half heartedly and wished she had been faster. Instead she diceded to do the stupid- in hopes of surpriseing him- and charged at him. She knew that knocking his staff from his hands would be bapinful, but at least she would feel better about having been hit in the first place.

"If I can't take your weapon, Master, then how do I know that I can take any other opponants weapon."

As he made contact with his staff she made a sweeping kick at his legs.

 

[Demos Straxus]

The kick to his legs knocked him backwards, but he rolled to it, coming easilt to his feet, and drawing katana from a sheath at his back, holding up for her to see in the bright light.

"Because they Have weapons my dear, and I Am a weapon. Unarmed I am still more dangerous than any man. Armed, i can face any foe and emerge victorious. All you gain by facing me under those terms is learning how to lose."

 

[DracnKitten]

The kick to his legs knocked him backwards, but he rolled to it, coming easilt to his feet, and drawing katana from a sheath at his back, holding up for her to see in the bright light.

"Because they Have weapons my dear, and I Am a weapon. Unarmed I am still more dangerous than any man. Armed, i can face any foe and emerge victorious. All you gain by facing me under those terms is learning how to lose."

Barbara backed up, reassesing the situation.. This would be a damned good time to run if there was anywhere to run. Instead she picked up his bo staff and charged at him again to try and knock him off guard.

"Then I guess I will have to learn how to destroy the weapon itself, Master."

 

[Demos Straxus]

He brought his arm up, delfecting the blow with his own for-arm and then gesturing for her to stop before he spoke, his voice firm, but cold

"Thats enough."

He stepped towards her, holding out one hand for the bo staff as he continued.

"You show great potential slave, but that is all it is. Potential. You fight with power, but without a killing force. You don't want to Harm me. Good in a slave, but bad for a soldier. Would you feel the same for your former comrades?"

 

[DracnKitten]

Barbara stopped on command, offering out the bo staff, and setting it in his hand as he spoke. As he asked his last question, if she would avoid hurting, or more to the point killing, her former comrades she averted her eyes,. uncertainty showing in her stance.

Nightwing was her lover, on more than just a physical level. She had spent months with him, and had only recently begun to realize how much she really loved him. And Kara she counted as a close friend in and out of costume, she knew she could never truly harm her. She did not answer for a long time, letting silence stretch between them for as long as she safely dared then she looked up at Slade. She was afraid to answer him truthfully, but was sure that if she lied he would know it and punish her more harshly. She was also sure that he already knew her answer

"Most of them, Master, I would fight for you without question." she left out the names of those she questioned even the ability to fight, "But I don't think I could kill any of them." She knew that she was walking on thin ice by telling him this, but she held her head high. If she was going to be punished for it she would at least be beaten with pride. She wasn't completely beaten down yet, and it was as if the pharamones were growing weak in her blood stream again. Even though she remained his, she had moments of sudden defiance and even pride. The fear of him never truly abated, only her reaction to it as she looked up at him boldly.

She didn't even know if she could face Nightwing. Even to please Slade.

OOC: It looks like I should be on again tomorrow, though for shorter amounts of time. Derek says that it may only take a day or less for the desktop to be fixed.

Also, is she still wearing her mask?

 

[Demos Straxus]

Slade nodded, unsurpised by her conffesion, though mildy annoyed by the increasing defiance she was showing. It was not her place to act in this manner to him, and she ought to know this. Aparently the pheramones were starting to wear off. Not acceptable by any means.

"Restraints, convert to position 3."

He could have told her to kneel...but that would have defeated the purpose of the act. By forcing her to, he showed her that he, and not she held the power in this relationship.

In compliance with the order the restraints shifted her to a kneeling position at her feet, the same as before. hands locked to the floor. Yet this time he was not interested in oral pleasures.....oh know, he had something far better in mind.

"shift to position 4. Facing away from me."

At this her body was moved again, so that she was kneeling on hands and knees away from him. He moved behind her, laying a gloved hand on her left ass cheek, and then speaking to her in a low, dangerous voice.

"You are displeasing me Slave. Do you understand why? I will tell you why. I have given you the gift of serving me. A treasure many women would Kill for, and yet you fail me. You fail to be lethal. You fail to be heartless. You fail even at giving me pleasure. Its not entirely your fault, I know. You are weak. Trained to care. Trained to love. I do not want you to love me. I don't give a fuck who you love. I only care that you serve me, and you Will serve me. Now, I am going to punish you, and then you will recieve your pheramone shot, and then we will begin again, and this time.....you won't fail me. Do you understand?"

 

[DracnKitten]

Barabra was more than a bit surprised when she found herself on the floor again. At first she began to look up at Slade, to say something, then she was turning, and she had to strain to look over her shoulder, fighting the restratint around her neck. For a mment she even tried to fight the bindings, only to be reminded how fdutile that little endevour was.

With Slade's cold had on her ass she froze. She felt a shudder go through her body and only slightly wondered why he would punish her before teh pharamones . . . then again she knew. He wanted her to serve him without the constant waste and influence of them. Even with them wore off she felt both pain and anger at his words.

Most of all she felt the sting of knowing she could not please him.

"Master I . . . "She fought again to look over her shoulder and found it difficult, not being able to see him making her tense. If she could not see him she could not guess whar he had in mind for her.

"Please, I'll do better." There was as much truth to her words as there was a fabrication to try and get him to free her from his punishment.

 

[Demos Straxus]

"I know you will."

The hand moved gently her skin, sliding slowly over the warm flesh, letting her feel every second of its parting. Slade waited then. two seconds........three seconds.....seeing her body quiver with anxiety for every moment that he stayed his hand. Each and every second a torture all it's own. The torture of knowing he was going to do Something.

Silently behind her he removed the glove, tucking it into his waistband. If he wore It while punishing her there would be bruises after the fact. those would debilitate her training, and nuetralize any effectiveness that the act might have one her.

After 30 seconds he could see her start to relax, hear her heartbeat slow. Watched as she at last began to reassert her self control.

Now.

moved his hand around in a quick arch, making a thundercrack of noise, the poignent sound of his hard flesh striking her softer flesh. Watched as she winced in pain, tried in vain to jerk away, the manacles holding her as still as a statue. He struck again, and then again. His rhythem never altering. Never slowing. After 30 seconds he stopped, seeing the skin of her ass glowing red with irratation. Knowing that she would not be able to sit for at least a day without at least a twinge of pain.

He pulled his glove back on, and then walked up beside her, his gate slow, relaxed. Patient. Letting her know he was taking his time. Watching her for any weakness.

 

[DracnKitten]

Barbara cried out as the first slap came. The surprise of it made the pain nearly double and her heart suddenly raced, but her ass had no time to fade from the initial pain of the blow to just a sting. Instead another blow, and another, and many to follow came. When finally Slade stopped there were tears gathered in her eyes. She couldn't even do anything to evade the blows, or to hide the tears. Tears of pain, fear, and humiliation.

She began to tremble again when he had stopped, and when he stood agian in front of her she looked up at him. His nearly taunting way of taking his time wore on her as much as anything else.

"Master, please . . . " She looked up at him with pleading in her eyes, as well as the tone of her voice, "I'll behave. I'll please you. I won't fail you! Please stop the punishment." She didn''t know which was worse, the pain, or waiting for his next move. She wanted to fight her bonds, but all she could manage to move were her fingers and toes. She wanted to pull away from them, to run from here, but there was no where to go and no way to leave.

She began to feel the situation truly sink in now and wondered how robin had ever escaped. How Tera had defied him.

"Please." She begged her Master, though she knew it was more than likely futile.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Slade watched with approval her reaction. Groveling was always pleasent to see in an underling. She also seemed to have learned from her earlier error in adressing him by his name. Such a thing was simply not acceptable. He moved around before her, kneeling on one leg before her, and staring her dead in the eye. The cold of his glare and his voice practically artic.

"Good slave, you remember now to treat me with respect. With fear. I can respect if you hate me...Just as long as your fear outweighs that. And I know for a fact that you Do fear me."

He reached to his belt, extracting the familar canister of serum, and holding it before her face.

"You know.....the effects of this substance are realy quite addictive. It is ten times more so than cocaine. Looking at it now.....I can see it's effect taking hold. Tell me, slave. Do you want me to inject you again? To feel that rush of desire....that willfull loss of control. Ecstasy is nothing compared to what this can do to you."

 

[DracnKitten]

Barbara's eyes met his gaze as he got on his kee in front of her and she trembled some. She could feel the thrill of fear race through her blood and as she looked at teh can she knew what he said was true. She not only feared him, but she wanted that serum. She wanted it badly.

Her voice was soft, as if she did not want to admit what she knew was true, "Yes."

It was a single word, barely more than a whisper as she looked down at teh ground before her. Her head was lower than it had been even a moment before, her hands flat on the ground. Power and strength preactically radiated from Slade when he was this close to her. It made her want to back away and crawl forward all at the same time.

 

[Demos Straxus]

He watched as she spoke, admitting her weakness to him, submitting herself totaly before him. He smiled beneath the mask at this. A hard thing, one often forgotten in his modern life. In the world of today little did he find joy in. The holding of another person, body and soul, was one of the few. He felt it. The contol the Power. So simple, yet delightful sensual. Like a lovers carress.

He reached to her neck, applying the cold steel of the spray hypo, and then releasing the dosage with a hiss, letting the amber liquid flow into her body. As it took effect he spoke, rising to his feet at the same time.

"Full upright position. Spread eagle. At eye level."

 

[DracnKitten]

Again it didn't take long for the serum to take effect, and by the time she was in the next position it had kicked in. She looked up at him with eyes filled with desire and longing. She again wanted to be in his arms- something she suddenly feared she would never feel. She longed to touch him unhindered.

She was already his, but she knew she had much to prove to him, and sshe wanted to prove it. Her fear set aside as her desire came forward she looked up at him silently, awaiting his next word like a child awaiting her father's judgement.

"Master . . ." her voice was still soft as she let the word linger, "Please touch me. I don't care if you hurt me . . . just touch me."

Again she was begging, but now it was for something completely different from fear.

 

[Demos Straxus]

He stared at her, coldly, and then reached up, running a single palm down the side of her face. Once, and only once. The touch was slight. Almost nonexistant. More a torture than a gift. He knew how much she longed for his carress, and he knew also that he could use such desire to his own benefit. He would craft her thusly. With fear, and with desire. She was his slave now, but soon....very soon, she would want nothing else. Utter and complete control.

With Robin, and with Terra he had fumbled, assuming that his own countermeasures would bind them to him. A foolish and stupid mistake. More worthy of Dr Light, or that Bafoon Killer Moth, than his own prowess. Now he recognized the truth. To control one, it was not a matter of mere physical control, nor of the power of fear. It was a sweet symphony wherein both these elements and more played against one another oh so sweetly. Realy it was quite delightful to behold. Almost better than sex...Almost.

Slowly, methodically Slade began to discard his armor, dropping it away from his black suited form until he was dressed only in a black suit, and his usual orange and black helmet. He reached down, parting his armor and exposing himself once more to the cool air of the room, letting her take in his form for a moment, enjoying the way she looked upon him.

"I think its time we became......intimate. Angle her at 45 degrees, her pelvis even with my own. Angle her head so she can't watch. Arms spread eagle."

 

[DracnKitten]

Barbara tried to lean into the slight touch, titling her face into it and closing her eyes, but it was gone before she could add pressure to it. With a small whimper she looked back up at him. She was greeted with the image of Slade removing his armor, and for a moment she felt the thrill of exhuberance. The, just as quickly, she realized that it was too much to ope for that he would let her touch him and more than the necassary.

As he spoke, commanding the system to tilt her, she let out a small cry of dissapointment. Soon she found herself floating in the air, the breassure of the neck restraint holding her head back.

She felt greater disappoointment that she ever had. Not only could she touch him, but she could not see him either. She was subject to his whims and unable even to enjoy the sight.

"Master!" It was more of a small cry of surprise at this new kind of control and, most certainly, punishment.

 

[Demos Straxus]

His touch was back now, his silky gloves running over her opening. Fingers roughly pushing into her body, testing the depths. It was not loving. Not sensual. Just the calculating feel of him owning her. Possessing her. She was his to fuck, and that was precisely what he planned to do with her.

"Your objections in this matter are of no consequence to me slave. Utter one more word without my leave, and I shall deny you my pleasure. You are mine to do with as I please."

All at once the fingers were gone, there probing, testing complete. The hands now laid upon her thighs, gripping them almost painfully as his hard shaftjutted against her gate. making ready for his entry, and then suddenly, powerfully thrusting into her.

 

[DracnKitten]

Barbara let out a loud cry as shhe felt him thrust into her. She had, only for an instant, forgotten how large he was and she felt herself stretched to new limits and beyond. She tried to pull away from him and only succeeded in arching her back, fighting to say nothing,

 

[Demos Straxus]

"Better," He stated mildy, pleased, and mildy surprised that she managed not to utter a word as he began to enter her. He began to thrust slowly into her. Not out of any reguard for her comfort...oh no, he was simply enjoying the feel of a woman. It had been some time since he'd had one, and taking her was a pleasure all its own....not that he would give her a moments rest because of this.

As he moved in and out of her, his hands reached out, roughly holding onto her full breasts, pinching the nipples with painful pressure after each thrust. Each time he pinched her, an electrical pulse was generated by his gauntlets, and arching between his hands. Between the nipples which he held. A raw heat, and painful charge, like a light stun gun blast. Slade had intialy designed it for personel combat, the advantages of it being pretty much obvious. Now however it found a new purpose. With each shock came a thrust, a new pleasure. Followed quickly by pain, and then pleasure. Thus applied, Slade would make the two one and the same in her mind. Make her desire the pain he could cause her, as well as the pleasure.

 

[DracnKitten]

Barbara let out a cry with each shok to her nipples, and she soon felt ears in her eyes. Still, his ock felt good inside of her, een if it did streth her wider, and reach deeper, than any she had ever known.

She bit her lip, with every thrust she wanted to cry out to him- both to stop and not to stop at the same time. She could feel his cock open her, and her nipples remain hard. Somehow she already found pleasure in the pain as her pussy clenched tighter around him, milking his cock. Her hands were curled into fists and her eye were closed tight.

"Mmm. . . AHH!" She could barely keep from speaking, and she only hoped she ould hold out until he had finished with her. She knew she would feel empty if he left now.

 

[Demos Straxus]

If he intended to leave, it was readily evident that it would not be in the near future. His body moved fasted in, and out of her tight whole, fucking her without mecy, and causing her pain with each withdrawl of his cock from her now sopping hole. Beneath his mask he smiles, enjoying the conflict that that crosses her features at each thrust. The combination of desire, and pain. The two warring within her. As he increases his pace he speaks coolly to her.

'You cunt is marginable slave. It suits my needs for now. I can see your body jek with each thrust, each shock. You love the pleasure, and you love the pain that follows it. You want more than anything for me to cum in you don't you? Mmm....I will admit it is tempting.....perhaps if you begged me."

 

[DracnKitten]

She gave another cry, and then she was torn between begging for his cum and begging for him to stop.

In the end teh desire won out over the pain and she found her body trembling, her pussy trying to hold him inside her as the muscles rippled.

"Please Master, please cum inside me. I swear, if .. . if you mark my insides I will not fail you again. Please . . ." She wanted to see him and the fat that she couldn't made it more frustrating. He speach was broken by the thrusts, begining to become more painful in themselves, her breasts shifteing an bouncing in his hands as she gave small cries. Defeated cries, with each jolt sent through her.

"I know I am barely saitisfactory, but . . but I can be better, I will learn." She could feel the desire within her to be all that he wanted, stronger now than before, even as she huliliated herself by begging, "Please Master- ah- Please give me your seed!." The last was said through teeth gritted with pain and pleasure as she screamed.