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“I hate Mondays.” she uttered, peeling herself out of the soaked sheets. Sundays were a growing source of dread for Raven since Purple decided to force it into her day and now Sundays were near-exclusively spent meditating in a cold shower as she struggled to keep her emoticlone in check but Sunday nights inevitably descended into sleep which Purple took advantage of.

Now, instead of a restful night of sleep and a bright, early morning for the superhero she was greeted to aches, pains and sheets utterly soaked in sweat after a night of debauchery she had no care in trying to recollect, though, of course, Purple never cleaned up so being forced to confront all the assorted “toys” Purple had acquired was now routine. “At least get rid of the packaging.” Raven whined as she was forced to move a number of items claiming to ‘sate the size queen in all of us’ and ‘Cocks of your favourite heroes’. “Oh joy, it even comes in Green.” she thought to herself as she saddled them all into a non-descript black bag for removal later when the chance of running into one of the other Titans wasn’t so high.

She smiled faintly as she sank into the sauna-like heat of the en-suite bathroom. The routine continued - a deep heat both in her water and the air as she did her best to ignore and work through the aches that Purple had created. Her neck ached especially hard this time - it was a new feeling, it almost felt like she’d been choked by something but it was a duller pain than if someone had been pressing down on her neck. “Stop thinking about it” Raven said to herself, trying to push it further out of her mind. “It’s much more fun if you do, Raven.” Raven let out a deep sigh. “Leave me alone, Purple.”

“You know that’s not how it works, Rae.” She teased as the voice in her head grew louder. “I’m here until you’re satisfied. and you won’t be until you accept what you want.” There was a giggle before she continued. “And last night.” Raven knew what was coming but it was a shock every time. “We really wanted to feel IT down our throat.” Raven could almost feel her throat stretching as the image of ‘it’ flung itself into her mind. It, being a disgustingly thick, veiny and 8’ of green-tinted rubber being pressed so far down her once-tight throat that the balls at the base of it were pressed against her nostrils. “I’M NOT FUCKING BEAST-BOY” Raven shouted, desperate to remove the idea from her head as Purple continued the assault on her senses by playing the memory of her choking, her desperation and need as the cock pounded at her throat, retreating a few inches before slamming itself back down. “Fuck, were so hot.” Purple added. “Look at us Raven - isn’t it perfect?” the memory continued with black tendrils enveloping her body, bending her knees and feet until they were stuck behind her thighs and pressed into her rear as her arms were taken and bound together behind her back. “Utterly subservient to that monster in our throat.” Purple continued.

“Its not real.” Raven retorted with venom, desperate to ignore the growing feeling of breathlessness as the memory filtered into her reality. “Its not a monster. I can breathe just fine AND we are not ‘hot’.”

“Beastboy would fuck us.” Purple was enjoying this more than usual. She could feel the rising heat in the body as she forced the memories onto Raven. “Do you think he’s as hung as our toys, Raerae?” She teased the empath with the affectionate nickname. “I think he’s bigger. He could fuck us, you know - we could just ask him. You can call him now, you know - Pull up that communicator and just ask him to come through. I bet he can already smell the room. He’s probably heard us every time we’ve struggled and choked our way through a Sunday, Raven.”