Chapter 4: Cass Gets Trained
Cassandra Cain was getting dressed in her costume when Bradley walked in on her. She was definitely a hot piece of ass, with decent tits and a firm stomach - her thighs, ass, biceps, everything was coiled muscle. As he admired her, her gaze went to him, and her cheeks flushed for a moment before she realized the more sinister side of his intentions, her superhuman body reading skills meaning she recognized what sort of monster he was with just a second's look. "You..." She grabbed a batarang from her belt, as if that could do anything to him. "What... are you?" Her voice was soft as she spoke, carefully finding the words she was looking for.
"I'm the team's personal trainer." Even though he'd rewritten reality so that was true, she was still on edge, wondering if he was a shapeshifter. That annoying body reading ability was a problem for him - until he tweaked her so that she would completely ignore anything suspicious he did, at which point she instantly relaxed. He could have carefully controlled his own body language, but that was too much of a pain in the ass to do consistently. "I spend like half my time with you, Cass," he said. "I'm surprised you could forget."
"Ah..." Cass replied, her cheeks glowing as she bowed her head. "Sorry... Bradley..." she said, genuinely ashamed. "I don't know... why I... forgot... why are you… here?" She asked, finishing pulling down her top at last, hiding those muscular abs of hers. Her cheeks glowed a bit brighter as she noticed his fairly blatant lust.
"Team leader says you need a change of routine," he explained. "Your new routine will be 100% focused on making your tits bigger and your ass fatter. That way, you can be more successful in infiltration missions. Plus, with your body reading skills, you'll be a natural expert at seduction."
She blushed at that, glancing down at her body and trying to avoid Bradley's prying eyes. Of course, he could see through her clothes, so she couldn't. "I... think I'm better... as a fighter..."
"Maybe," Bradley said. "But it's not like you only know karate, right? You were also trained in judo, MMA, modern army combatives, krav maga, and more. So this will just be one more skill that you can draw on in a pinch." She accepted that argument - she completely trusted her body reading skills, so any passable argument that came off as honest would convince her. "So, let's get started." He came up to Cass, grabbing one breast in either hand, starting to caress and grope it. She bit her lip in response to the touch. It gave him an idea. "This'll make a great opportunity to help deal with your sexual sensitivity."
"My... sexual... sens-uh-tiv-uh-tee?" Cass asked, her expression confused even as Bradley kept mauling her breasts.
"Yeah. You're super easy to get aroused, and you're really sensitive once you are aroused. I bet you're already wet, right?" Cass flushed, as Bradley made that true, and retroactively made it generally true. "I'll edge you. It's your job to stay focused and not orgasm, no matter what I do," he explained, continuing to molest her modest tits. They weren't amazing, but the way she squirmed at his touch, the way a tiny part of her did want to be bustier, that felt jealousy for Starfire and Raven, was as good as having them be bigger. Though he could keep those things and make them bigger.
Bradley decided there was no need to do that just yet. His fingers dug into her breasts even tighter, and he made it so that Cass got off on having her body abused. She squirmed cutely in his grasp, averting her gaze from him as her cheeks glowed. Her pussy was growing rapidly wet. "Remember, you can't come," he told her, and she nodded, trying her best to not orgasm, clenching her eyes shut and drawing her lips into a thin line.
Of course, seeing a girl as earnest as her trying her hardest... made him want to fuck with her even more. One of his hands went down to her ass cheeks, groping it tight, making her gasp in response, her eyes fluttering open for a moment. "This is how the people you'll be seducing will treat you," he explained to Cass, who quietly nodded along, her cheeks still glowing with heat and embarrassment. She didn't say anything, not being a particularly verbal girl, so Bradley made her arousal continue to climb as he mistreated her tits and ass, just using her body like a life-sized stress ball. She panted softly, her pussy growing wetter and wetter, until her panties were completely soaked through in her costume, making her fidgeting movements more awkward as she strained to avoid the lubrication causing too much of a mess.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
"...no," Batgirl lied, her voice soft. She did need to go to the bathroom, but to jill off - so she wouldn't. "I can... handle it..." she explained.
Bradley couldn't help but grin, reaching up under her top this time, finding the sports bra and just disappearing it so he could get to her bare breasts, his hands groping the lovely round things in between her fingers and thumb. She gasped and undulated in place at his rough touch, her hypersensitive body making it so that she was constantly on the edge, her tongue trapped between her teeth as she strained not to tumble over it and orgasm.
Bradley found her nipples, grabbing and squeezing them tight. She gasped at the touch. "Do you like it softer?" She would have said 'yes,' except he altered her body so that she didn't - so instead she simply quietly shook her head. He grinned at that, leaning forward towards her ear. "It seems like your body is weak to pleasure. We'll need to thoroughly train you so that it doesn't get in the way of your duty." Cass nodded rapidly, her whole body fidgeting in place, hot breaths tickling Bradley's neck as he worked her over. "You are one cute little masochist, though," he added, enjoying as her whole face turned red in embarrassment, her head ducking off to one side.
Fun as it was, she was just squirming under his grasp. She could do more than that. "You shouldn't just endure it, Cass. You should also try to seduce me. Make me believe you want to be my woman. That's what we're training for, after all."
"I... want to... be your... woman..." Cass said, barely gritting out each word, her body quivering in place under his ministrations. She didn't sound like she was straining to lie, just straining to speak at all. Of course, it wasn't terribly convincing to him either way, since he could tell she was just playing along to try to learn the skill he was trying to teach her.
"You know what, I'm being silly about this," Bradley said, pulling his hands out of Cass's top. She let out this quiet, piteous little mewl as his hands withdrew, clearly missing them dearly. "You're not a talker, so seducing me isn't something that you should do by talking. You should do it with your body. After all, you're a very physical girl. So try seducing me with your body, instead of your words."
She nodded in response, considering it. She tried to do a little dance in front of Bradley, a swaying thing based on a striptease she'd seen in a porno for a few seconds over Nightwing's shoulder. She did a pretty good job, grinding against an invisible pole. He did like the idea that she'd 'trained' on porno, even if it was really just her insane body reading talents letting her build a complete dance from it... but why not go further? He idly changed reality so she loved watching porn, which wasn't even that hard, given that she loved watching others who were happy. She liked the pornos where the actors and actresses were really enjoying themselves and showed it. In fact, that was where she picked up a lot of her early vocabulary, so she'd have a perfect 'fuck me' voice despite how she struggled with everything else.
"The dance is nice, Cass, but I think you can do better. Why don't you get on your knees and suck my cock? That's a better way to show off your lust for me."
Cass considered it for a second, blushing - then dutifully knelt down in front of him, pulling his pants down. He didn't even need to push her. It wasn't that she was lusty, or that he was fucking with her, it was that she was really reliant on her body reading abilities to tell if someone was telling the truth. Since Bradley was constantly broadcasting to her that he was honest, she kept trusting him, no matter how absurd his commands. Either way, his cock was now right in the girl's face. She knew a lot about cocksucking from watching porn, combined with those body reading skills of hers, so she was going to be a natural even if she was a virgin at the moment.
Cass leaned forward, sniffing the cock in front of her. Her eyebrows rose in surprise as it smelled good, but she didn't say anything, instead just gently kissing his cock a moment later. Her eyes stared up at him, utterly focused on exactly one thing: getting him off. She was trying to figure out what he liked, as her lips trailed across his length, peppering the whole thing with countless little kisses. She could tell, though, that it wasn't nearly enough, so she started to lick her way back up, her tongue leaving a trail of spit as her taste buds got quite the treat from his cock.
He idly messed with the inside of her mouth, making it so that performing fellatio felt good for her. He was definitely enjoying being a sexual god as far as these super-sluts were concerned. "Are you planning to suck my cock, or just do foreplay forever?" He prompted, making sure to be particularly cruel about it.
"Ah... sorry..." she said, leaning in towards his cock, wrapping her lips around it. Her tongue slithered along the underside of his length as she slowly moved forward, her mouth stretched wide to accommodate his cock. She stared up at him all the while, as his cock smoothly slipped into her throat. She couldn't smile, not with her mouth that stretched wide, but she gave him a gaze that might have been loving in another context, as she took him to the base. Once she was there, she stayed there - she could tell that he didn't want her to pull back, not even if it meant choking herself out, so that's exactly what she did.
With his hands, Bradley yanked her costume's top up, pulling it above her breasts and letting her firm tits hang in the open air. He started twisting and pinching her nipples at that point, making her squirm in pleasure as she remained wrapped around his cock. The more he did it, the rougher he got, the harder it was for her to avoid orgasming from the treatment, trembling in place as her pussy leaked all over the inside of her panties, which by this point were completely stuck to her cunt, carefully marking out every inch of her sex, showing off her clit and slit alike.
You couldn't see it, though, since she was wearing pants - well, that was before Bradley decided to rewrite reality so she wasn't, the simple grey panties showing off those toned legs and sculpted ass of hers even better than the skintight armored costume of hers could. She just kept staring up at him, oblivious of anything changing - for her, she hadn't pulled on her pants when Bradley came into the room to start their training. He yanked on her nipples extra hard, making her mewl cutely around his cock, stimulating his length in the process.
"This is all you have?" Cass responded by beginning to swivel her head from one side to the other. "It's pathetic. I expect more than just a cockwarmer." Her cheeks glowed in embarrassment at the comment - and he decided to tweak it, so she got off on verbal abuse as much as she did on the physical abuse. Instantly, the glow gained a flavor of embarrassment, her eyes going down to his groin as she continued to choke on his cock, her head swishing back and forth, her tongue sliding around and around. "Let's take it up a step," he said, grabbing her head in both hands and starting to just pound her face on his cock, ramming away. Simultaneously, he skyrocketed the pleasure she was feeling, as he used her throat like a cocksleeve, just ramming away at her bitch mouth. "That's much better," he breathed, as his balls slapped her chin. She took it without complaint. "See, you're more like a cocksock than a cockwarmer, now. It's like I'm jerking off with your face. That's what you should do, when you blow a guy, got it, Batslut?"
To the extent she could, Cass nodded in agreement with the claims he was making, saliva dribbling freely out of her mouth as she stared lewdly up at him. She took his words as gospel, and understood one of the hidden underlying meanings behind his words: that most girls weren't as dedicated to sucking cock as she was. She rammed her face alongside his hands, following his motions perfectly - he might has well have been moving his hands through the empty air, for all the effort he had to put into guiding her at this point. He let go of her head to enjoy her body some more, groping her tits, reaching down and around her for her ass cheeks, molesting those too. She continued to facefuck herself all the while, hands perched on her knees as she worked with an alacrity and force that was, frankly, very impressive.
Especially when she came and kept going despite it, her throat spasming and jerking as she drunkenly facefucked herself on his cock, her eyes peeling back as she started to tear up, her gag reflex momentarily re-emerging as she throatfucked herself. There was no hesitation or resistance, saliva splashing out of her mouth down onto her tits as she worked, spraying around onto her thighs and his both, her eyes looking up at him with this lewd, desperate expression. "You are a pretty good cockgobbler, though, I have to give you that," he admitted. He slapped her tit sharply, making her squeal as a second orgasm hit her in the midst of the first, her eyes seeming to roll around as she just kept facefucking herself. "This is what a cute little fuckpet like you should have been doing the moment I walked into the room."
She nodded along with him. Not just because she was nodding along with anything he said. Not just because she was getting off on her own verbal degradation. But also because she found what she was experiencing right now to be so intensely pleasurable, she regretted not having started it right away.
It was to that thought that he yanked her up and off his cock, and just drenched her cute little face in a thick load of his cum. She panted heavily, nostrils flaring, bubbles forming on them as she got her entire face coated with a thick cream of him, her half-Chinese skin tone turning paler from his semen. She drunkenly leaned forward when he was done, mouth blindly groping until she found his balls, sucking on one of them, almost worshipful, as she rested down there. Inside, she was thanking it, because she knew that was where the cum was.
Bradley reached down for Cass's mind again, idly cleaning up her thoughts. He made it so that she believed that rough facefucking, verbal abuse, and mashing her tits or spanking her ass, were the correct, proper way to give a blowjob - avoiding degradation was something for girls who didn't put effort into pleasing their man. That fit in surprisingly easily, and he toyed with it in her head. She was the sort of person with an accurate sense of the fact that she was - stronger, faster, more disciplined, kinder - than others, and although she'd never say it aloud, and most days it was out of her thoughts, she did occasionally feel a bubbling contempt that she had to try so hard because everyone else wasn't doing enough, or was actively doing evil.
So he took that same feeling, and applied it to women not pleasing men, and kept it always in her head rather than just a bad-day thought. Now, every time she looked at a couple, she would wonder if the girl was actually working to please her man, and feel a quiet fuming annoyance if she determined the girl didn't. Given her body reading skills, she could probably figure it out.
That wasn't enough for him, as he watched the cocksucking little bitch lovingly suckle his balls. He also made it so that she understood and was happy that he was far too much for any one female to claim, and made her lustfully happy to know that he would have many other girls. She was the sort where that fit in cleanly without any effort.
"Get up and clean that crap off your face. In fact, wash up - I can see how wet your cunt is," he said, as Cass rose to her feet. "This is supposed to be training to resist pleasure. You're wallowing in cum like a bitch in heat."
"Sorry... sir," she said, quickly going to her bathroom, turning on a shower, taking off her top - and in the process pretty much coating it in Bradley's cum, leaving a truly massive, obscene stain, that Cass took no real note of - before disrobing the rest of the way and stepping into the shower.
Bradley altered her mind still further. She was affectionate, physical, nonverbal - like a large puppy that you could get off with. (Well, technically you could get off with any puppy, but it wouldn't be particularly enjoyable for either partner.) That impression gave him an idea for what to do with the hot little bitch: he made her want to be his fuckpet. To be collared by him. To call him Master. To kneel at his side and sleep at the foot of his bed. It didn't fit as naturally or as smoothly as some of his earlier tweaks, but he didn't really care. She was a canvas, and he was the artist, and her turning into a cocksucking little fuckpet was currently what he wanted out of her.
He followed her into the bathroom. "Put your hands against the far wall," he told her, as he stripped himself bare of what little clothes he'd been wearing - she dutifully obeyed him, putting her hands up against the tile as he followed her into the shower stall, getting up behind her as warm water washed over both of them. He pointed his cock at her wet sex, teasing the entrance for a long second, enjoying the way she shivered in response to his touch. He'd made her really hypersensitive - she'd probably come the moment he stuck it in. Not that he cared.
Bradley took a firm grip on her hips and just rammed his cock to the hilt inside her. He forced her to come right alongside the movement, and she let out a sharp gasp as pleasure coursed through her body in response, his cock remaining firmly lodged in her cunt as she twitched and writhed, fingers scraping against the wall. He was finding, though, that the way she always strained to do as best as she could was intensely appealing - especially when he was bullying her. So he brought down a sharp strike on her ass, making her gasp in response. "Stop moving around so much," he ordered, and instantly, that trembling body of hers went rigid, vibrating in place but no more. "Much better. I'm trying to enjoy my cocksocket," he said, slowly sliding back out of her pussy. "Don't get in the way of that."
"Yes, sir," she said, though she wanted to say 'Master' instead. Her voice was soft and sweet as his cock slid slowly out. But, it was very mildly annoying to adjust his height to handle her cunt - she was much shorter than him, by almost a foot.
"Get on your toes, you're too short, bitch," he told her, and she obediently did exactly that, getting up on the tips of her toes to manage to line her cunt up. She couldn't move at all, and was struggling to maintain her position, but that was her problem, not his. He started pumping his cock in her cunt, just enjoying the feeling of her pussy tight around his cock, and she was doing her best to pleasure him as he worked, her cunt gripping and squeezing on his dick with intent, now, her expression one of pure focus. He wasn't ramming away for the moment, instead enjoying torturing her with the quivering pleasure of her cunt threatening to orgasm at any moment.
He decided to start playing with her thoughts about sex some more, enjoying what he'd gotten out of the sadistic rewriting of the once sweet and innocent girl's mind so far, and wanting to take it another step further. He made it so that she wanted to make sure that other girls were just as dedicated as her, to the point that it was pretty much her duty, if she saw a woman who she could redirect to be a better cocksucking submissive little fucktoy, to try to correct her behavior. Mostly, it would be her making sure Terra, Kori, Raven, Megan, and Supergirl (Kara) were good bitches that focused on pleasing him above everything.
"Remember, you coming is detrimental to a good seduction," he told Batgirl, who was briefly confused. She had watched porno, now, so she knew that the ones where the women came were very popular and the guys liked it when the woman came. So he twisted her head around and around, so that she thought that women should make sure their man comes more than they do. That their orgasm is detrimental, since it distracts from pleasing their man, which should be their only focus, and as a consequence it should be kept out of the way for as long as possible.
"Yes, sir," Cass panted, though of course she was trembling in place, balanced on her toes, straining not to come.
"Be loud, bitch," he ordered, spanking her ass. "I want to hear you talk. And tell me whenever you come, so I knew when you deserve a punishment."
"Yes, sir..." She swallowed, remembering the lines from all those pornos, and started to speak more fluently than she had at eany other point. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me with your big fat cock, I want it inside me. Please, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!" Her voice was suddenly energetic, her pussy squeezing on his cock - and who was he to deny her on this front?
His cock began ramming inside her, slamming away, her tits bouncing. His hands went to her tits, squeezing and molesting the modest things as the hot little piece of ass twitched under him. "This is all you're good for, bitch. Being used as a living fucktoy. Your cunt's only meant for one purpose, pleasing me."
"Yes, I'm only good for pleasing you," she agreed, before coming on his cock again, mewling pitifully. "Oh God, I came," she got out.
He spanked her, sharp and hard, his physique meaning that the blow dealt real pain to even the hypercompetent martial artist. "That's not good," he told her, pressing her body up against the wall, forcing her to tip-toe walk forward until her tits were mashed into the tile. "You're supposed to be training to resist, you dumb little cocksleeve. You can do better than this, surely?"
"Yes, sorry-" she got to, before he forced her to come again, making her gasp in pleasure.
"Apparently you can't," he told her, bringing down another sharp smack on her ass. "Apparently you're a brain dead little bitch who can't avoid coming. Is that true?" She was actually starting to tear up at this point, as she desperately shook her head. Her willpower was intense. Even with her hypersensitivity, she probably could have held out - but he forced her to orgasm again, even though she was in the middle of the first, mewling pitifully.
"Came," she got out, sounding so sad and miserable. He spanked her again, enjoying the feeling of power and dominance he got out of bullying her like this. "Sorr-" another orgasm, another spanking, an increasing feeling of complete patheticness, each spike of pleasure forming an indelible association in her mind between orgasm and failure. An orgasm was a failure. He was grinding that deep into her consciousness, as he fucked her in that position, forcing her to come every time she felt like she had control, taking away that sense of control.
He came right in her cunt, and quietly made absolutely sure she wouldn't have his kid - he was pretty sure he was a consequence of his own father failing to do exactly that, and he didn't love the idea of a bunch of little mini-gods running around, ruining his fun effectively ruling this reality. By the end of it, her ass was cherry red, and she was a psychological mess, desperately casting about for anything she could do to make up for being such a miserable failure. She had failed as a woman. She had failed as a trainee. Tears had streaked down her cheeks as she got fucked like that, humiliated by her own body, and she had at some point wound up just defaulting to trembling apologies, even when she hadn't come.
Of course, Bradley wasn't really angry about it at all. In fact, of all the bitches he was fucking now, he felt like she was the closest to perfect. Sweet and earnest, but also a dutiful cocksucker and whore who only wanted to please him. "Well, you may have failed at controlling your own orgasms," he said, as he pulled out of her, letting her slowly slip down to her knees on the shower flower, "but I can see you really want to. So it's your job to make sure the other bitches I fuck don't go around getting selfish."
"Yes... sir..." she agreed, without hesitation.
"It'll also be your job to make sure Nightwing never gets a girlfriend again. Or even gets to fuck, or so much as see a pussy in person. The most he should get to fuck is a cocksleeve. Maybe buy him one of those for his birthday or whatever." The pair were adoptive siblings, after all. "He doesn't deserve to have sex with women. He's a pathetic little cuck who would never spit in a girl's face just because it got him hard."
"That's... wrong..." Cass said - agreeing with Bradley's claim that refusing to spit in a girl's face was wrong. Bradley decided to reward her by spitting in her face, and she shivered softly at the impact, delighting in her own degradation and debasement as she remained there. She probably would have rested there for ten minutes or more, but he just made her instantly recovered, full of energy as she rose to her feet.
"Let's go visit Raven," he said. "She definitely needs some work."
"Raven... isn't she... yours... already?"
"She's in denial about it," he told Cass, idly groping her firm ass cheek. Cass nodded. Inwardly, she thought she could only help Raven by putting her in her place and making sure she understood that her pleasure was nothing and Bradley's pleasure was everything. That made Bradley's dick rock hard. The pair didn't even bother getting dressed. Bradley was effectively a god in this building. This universe, even.
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