1 Terra Joins the Titans

Bradley Dixon was a man who was modestly successful in his life. He currently had a job and a roof over his head, but he wasn't exactly well-loved by his coworkers, and he certainly wasn't well-loved by the women he had dated. He wasn't good with people, for the simple reason that he didn't really think of them as people. Everyone was a means to an end, and sooner or later that attitude had always backfired on him. He was barred from every strip club in the city, which was saying something.

The job he was doing was carrying packages from place to place. A simple, classic job. Boring as sin. Sometimes he considered stealing the packages - people stole packages nowadays, so he could probably get away with it - but he had no idea what was even in them. He'd probably wind up stealing one, sooner or later, and getting caught doing it, except that something happened, one fateful day. He got carjacked. He didn't give a fuck about the car, or the property, or the job, but people who are robbing you sometimes make a bad call, and he got shot because of it.

As it turned out, though, Bradley Dixon wasn't actually just an ordinary man. His father... well, his father's a whole other story. Bradley never knew him, yet in his own strange way admired him, for fucking and knocking up his mother, then abandoning her like so a used condom. From Bradley's perspective, that was how a real man treated a woman. Not necessarily throwing her out, but treating her as an instrument of his own desires. Whether this was inherited from biology, or simply a feeling concocted by a child wanting to believe his father was a 'good person' is left up to the reader.

With a hole blown in his chest, most people would have died, or at least needed a hospital stay. Bradley found, instead, that he had awakened to the powers that his father had left him. For a moment he simply lay there, thinking that he probably shouldn't move, given the injury he'd suffered - then he realized his awareness had expanded out past his body. Way, way past it. He could see the jackass who had shot him, speeding away in the company vehicle - and with the slightest twitch of his will, that guy was never even born. The vehicle returned, him sitting in it, not injured at all.

He didn't deliver any other packages that day. Even though it would have required only the tiniest amount of thought to do so, he didn't want to. Why waste time with that, with the powers he had just discovered at his fingertips? He could manipulate the fabric of reality, choose people's thoughts, warp their bodies, and rewrite their histories however he pleased. After an hour or so of experimentation, a couple of 'final products' left... Bradley decided that now that he could have anything or anyone... he wanted more than just a plaything sculpted out of a random woman. His final products didn't even hold appeal to him any more. Some other guy could enjoy his finished work.

No, Bradley wanted something a bit more rarefied than one of the eight billion people on Earth, sculpted into whatever shape he felt like. He wanted a superheroine. More than one, probably. No, definitely.

He liked his women on the younger side. Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed, that was his motto as far as women were concerned. Who cared that he was a decade or more the girl's senior? Younger women were easier to manipulate, too, so they were easier to fuck. He liked the girls of the Titans in particular, as heroines went. He picked the one that was newest, casually depositing himself near her.

She was in costume, slim and youthful, with a bare stomach and decent tits up top. Cute, sweet, innocent looking, with long, flowing blonde hair and vivid blue eyes. Earth manipulation powers. A cunt that didn't realize it'd be begging for his cock soon enough. She didn't notice him, yet. She was practicing with her powers, moving large chunks of rock through the air as she grunted and tried to control herself. He could see her history stretch out behind her, the struggles with her powers, the betrayal of her friends for the sake of control, all of that shit that he didn't give a damn about. She was a warm, wet hole for him to reshape as he pleased, now, and that was exactly what he was going to do.

Bradley toyed with her mind, a casual movement that completely ignored any mental defenses she might have had. Any experience was irrelevant - what he was doing was so much more than just mind control. It was more like he was going back to the moments of that her personality was formed, in the womb, as a baby, as a child, and tweaking the basics right there. Leaving her with a lingering sense of inadequacy. Of need. Like something was missing, like she wasn't good enough, because something or someone hadn't come her way just yet.

But he was like a god to her mortal body, mind, history. It wasn't just an empty hole. It was a hole shaped exactly, precisely, one way - the way Bradley wanted it to be shaped. Shaped like him. A need, a longing... like a religious person speaking about a God-shaped hole in their heart, except it was Bradley that would fill it. And only Bradley.

The process didn't require time. Bradley didn't require time. His cock throbbed, nevertheless, as he stepped towards Terra. She blinked in surprise, seeing him there. "Uh, hey," she said, somewhat awkward and lime, acting like the teenage girl that she was. But he could also feel what was inside her. What wanted him. "Do I, uh, know you?" Some part of her briefly toyed with the idea that he was her dad, before pushing it aside as ridiculous. Besides, she did think he was physically attractive - he'd obviously gone the extra mile, to make sure that was the truth.

"I'm Bradley," he said, holding out his hand in offer. She took it in short order, those insecurities he'd buried deep into her very soul serving to drive her to be a bit more enthusiastic in greeting him than she otherwise might have been. "What are you doing here?"

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, acting like the in-love ingenue already. She wasn't quite in love with him. She was in a worse position. More needy and desperate than that. "I'm practicing," she said. "Wanna see? I'm a terrakinetic. I'm Terra, by the way," she added quickly.

"Sure," he said, grinning as the girl turned to show off her powers. There was a yellow glow around her hands, soft, then it quickly wrapped around a chunk of earth, tearing it up out of the ground to hurl it. He could feel the way her heart raced, the way she contemplated what he might be thinking of her. She wanted, so desperately, to impress him.

Of course, he could have turned the planet inside out with a few moments' concentration, so he wasn't really impressed, as the chunk of earth flew at great speeds off into the distance. Terra let out a brief sigh as she finished, dragging in another breath to turn his way. "So, that's my power, Bradley," she said.

Bradley decided to play with Terra. "That was incredible," he said, and instantly, her heart soared inside her chest. She was even more easily manipulated and toyed with than a normal girl her age, and Bradley knew how easy they were to play with. "Your power's incredible. You must be an A-list hero," he said, knowing she wasn't. Knowing she'd lost her chance at that when she had betrayed the Titans, knowing that she felt guilty about what she'd done. She twitched in response to those words. "You look great, too," he added, stepping towards her, groping her ass cheek, making her squeak in surprise at the touch.

He didn't need to do anything more to her brain, to make her not complain about his fingers sinking into her tight ass. She just took it, confused, but liking the male attention she was currently receiving, panting softly as he touched her like that, fingers continuing to stroke and grope her ass. "Thank you," she panted out softly. "I do work hard, b-but, I'm not an A-lister."

"No?" He asked her. "Huh. I would have figured you to be in Starfire's league," he said, twisting the knife, enjoying the crushing sense of shame that overwhelmed her, that made her want to correct it by making him like her.

"I'm not..." She didn't fight back. Didn't get angry. She was just meek and pathetic, right then, like a dog cowing from its abusive master, despite how little Bradley had actually done to get her wrapped around his finger. This power was intoxicating, and he was loving it.

"Why aren't you an A-lister?" He asked.

"I... made some bad choices," she said, hand going to her upper arm. Her previous guilt was intensified by an entirely novel shame, having to admit to this guy, the perfect guy, the only guy whose opinion she really cared about, that she was a failure.

"Oh. I see," he responded, acting disappointed in her. "I was planning to visit New York to see some superheroes up close. I was hopeful that you were one of them, but I guess not. I'll probably be on my way, now," he said, pretending to turn around.

It was so blatant it should never have worked - but Terra's mind was already severely warped from what he'd done to it thus far. "No!" She said. He paused, grinning as he let his hands wander down her body, towards her stomach. She hesitated for a moment. "I can... um... give you a reason to stay with me... to put up with me..." she suggested. She meant sex, but she was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

"You'll have to be more specific," he told her, enjoying making her squirm. Making this badass heroine-and-villain combo struggle to speak. His hand started running down her stomach, towards her sex, and she just panted at the touch.

"You know..."

"I don't," he said, grinning.

"I can... suck your dick... or you can fuck me... whatever you want," she said. She was that desperate for his approval.

"Does a doe-eyed girl like you even know how to properly throat a cock?" He asked. She gulped at that, surprised at the sudden crudeness, but it wasn't near enough to make her turn away from him. To make her realize what was going on.

"I- I can learn," she let out a gentle breath.

"Then get on your knees," he ordered, enjoying as she did exactly that. "You'll probably have a tough time with mine," he added, as he pulled out his dick. He had, of course, done what pretty much any guy in his position would have done, and made himself a well-hung, muscular, tall, and extremely attractive gigachad. Terra's mouth fell open as she saw just how big he was, more from surprise than preparation. "But I have always wanted to get my dick sucked by a wannabe hero," he said, enjoying twisting the knife, the emotional pain his words caused her.

Terra started off uncertainly, but she did at least get from his words that he wanted her to do the tough thing, so she opened her mouth as wide as she could, slowly leaning forward, those pretty, youthful lips of hers sliding lovingly down his cock. "You really should use your tongue, too," he said, a chiding note to her voice. "I'm sure this is your first time and all," he said, as her tongue began to wiggle softly along the underside of his cock, "but really? Haven't you ever watched porn?"

She actually shook her head at that, blushing as she did, and his cock throbbed in her mouth in response. Her tongue continued to slide around and around on the underside of his cock, hot, wet breaths cascading over his length as she slid along his dick. Then she hit the back of her throat, and gagged in response, spasming, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

Of course, pleasing Bradley was pretty much the most important thing to ever happen in Terra's entire life, and she was (sort of) a superhero, so her gagging spasms weren't enough to stop her from choking herself on his cock. In quiet reward for the hard work, Bradley idly altered her mouth and body so that sucking and choking on his cock was the most pleasurable thing she'd ever experienced. She moaned at the sudden surge of pleasure, vibrating the half-inch or so of his cock that rested in her throat. Her eyes were wide with shock - but she didn't resist.

She didn't want to. Not because of the pleasure, but because she knew, if she failed to suck his cock, if she didn't satisfy him - she was just a failure. Complete and total. She gagged and sputtered on his cock, tears continuing to run down her cheeks, and he decided to be 'generous' with her. "The last girls I fucked had no gag reflexes, even though they were total virgins," he told Terra, making her tears begin to take on a more intense, more emotional note. He wrapped his head around the back of her head, starting to forcibly shove his cock down her throat. "Sorry, I was assuming you'd be able to take it like them. Just relax," he ordered her, and she dutifully did so, closing her eyes, trying her best to relax her whole body.

He started to thump and slam his hips against her throat and face, relishing the sensations of it, the way saliva dribbled down her chin, the way her eyes halfway rolled up. He felt her throat slowly start to yield to his cock, and delighted in the way that she ignored any of the pain, not just because the pleasure, but also because she would never, ever want to do anything that would make him disappointed in her. It was so good. So much better than just guessing, so much stronger than anything you could have done with months of playing with her self-esteem. The power was truly delightful.

He intensified the sensations even further. Made it smashingly perfect, so much so that it cast a fog over every kiss she'd ever shared with a boy, every touch, every movement. They were just cool gray nothingness now, compared to his cock. The feeling of raw power as she whimpered and mewled, as her mind processed the reality that this cock was so ideal and perfect, so much better than any other man's could ever be, tears of gagging pain now joined by tears of joy - it was just too much. He peeled her halfway up his cock and just sprayed his cum all over the inside of her mouth, and she sputtered in shock at the sheer quantity of it. He made himself blow huge, thick, tasty loads, of course. What guy wouldn't? Terra did her best to take it, not trying to spit it out, gulping it down like a well-paid whore.

"Don't swallow," he ordered. "Just swill it all in your mouth," he said, loving as she did exactly that, as she struggled to keep the copious load of cum on her tongue from spilling out over her lower lip and staining her uniform. When he finished coming, he pulled out of her mouth, enjoying knowing that she was tasting his cum, idly jerking off, halfway considering just ruining her uniform, specifically because some tiny part of her brain was worried about the cum spilling out of her mouth and doing exactly that.

Instead, he patted her head affectionately, smiling down at the lewd little fuckwhore. He'd hardly adjusted her at all, and she was already better than any woman he'd been with before he got his powers. He sighed loudly, relishing the way it made her heart freeze in her chest, desperate not to displease him. "I know your trying your best, Terra," he said. "But you didn't even take me all the way down your throat. It's barely even a blowjob if you can't do that." Tears started to form in her eyes, as she was caught in an inner war between swallowing the cum in her mouth to swoop down his cock, and continuing to swill it like a good girl who obeyed his orders.

He couldn't stand it. "Swallow, bitch," he ordered her, loving that she didn't even care that he had insulted her, that it didn't bother her a single bit, certainly not compared to the pain of knowing she hadn't pleased him. He then promptly slammed his cock down her throat, idly tweaking away her gag reflex for just long enough for him to lodge himself right down there. He gave her a sense that if she pulled back, she'd probably never get it that deep again - and he loved the way she responded. Her hands came up, gripping his ass cheeks, holding him against her as she held on for dear life, even as she started to choke on his cock.

Of course, he took out his phone to take some pictures of it. Sure, he could simply alter reality so that he had a 3D recording of this, or get her to suck his dick again whenever he wanted... but he wanted her to know. To understand what he was doing. She did, and she hardly even cared. She remained attached to his cock like a leech, lips smacking noisily around his dick, her throat starting to swallow as she tried to bring him off, her tongue thwacking his cock. "You are getting better," he admitted, idly petting her. She just mewled in half-hearted pleasure around his cock, threatening to pass out at any moment but remaining firmly attached to his dick anyway.

"I can give you everything you want, Terra," he told her, twisting her mind so she believed him. He grinned as he felt her spasming throat twitch around his dick, her brain foggily catching what he was saying but refusing to peel back to ask questions because choking on his cock was more important than that. "But if you want that, you have to become my sex toy, for the rest of your life. Your mouth is pretty good, I'll probably be using it a lot. The rest of you... I don't know. But I'll only keep you around for as long as you're fun to play with. Once I'm bored..." he snapped his fingers. "I'm gone." He kept her right on the edge between conscious and unconscious, and she quietly nodded around his cock, believing that at any moment she'd slip into oblivion.

"You know what I like in a woman, don't you?" Terra quietly twisted her head from side to side, and he tut-tutted. "I like one who degrades herself. Who treats herself like the piece of meat she is, only good for getting a guy off. Is that what you're doing right now?" Terra whimpered, knowing it was the wrong answer, but nodded anyway. "I do like the choking yourself, Terra, but can't you do more? All your hands are doing is playing grabass."

Instantly, her hands set to work, and she understood that she was nothing but a piece of meat, that his pleasure was the only thing that mattered. Her hands went to her throat and just squeezed, molesting and massaging his cock inside her throat, sweet blue eyes staring up at him, desperate for approval. She received it, as he started to groan, ejaculating right down her throat. "That's a good bitch," he breathed out, his words a long sigh. "That's a good bitch," he repeated, looking down at her with a grin on his lips.

After several more minutes of her choking on his cock, feeling at any moment as if she might pass out, he finally grabbed her hair in a tangle and pulled her up and off. She panted and gasped for air, desperately heaving, and then spoke. "Was, was I, guh, good?" She asked him.

Bradley took the base of his cock and just slapped it against her forehead, making her softly shiver in humiliation. "Good enough," he told her. "You're definitely a better cocksucker than a heroine," he added. "You made some mistakes, didn't you, Terra? Before you met me?" His cock remained resting on her forehead, and she quietly nodded. "I can take them back for you. You'll never have betrayed the Titans to Slade. They'll all think of you as their friend, without any cause for suspicion at all." He tweaked her brain to make sure she believed him. "All you have to do, is help me fuck every single one of your old friends that catches my eye. Are you willing to do that?"

Of course, Bradley could have just dragged her old friends out here, right now, turned them into happy little cumsluts for him. But making Terra debase herself was what was getting him off right now, so he relished it as Terra nodded quietly.

"Say it."

"I'll... I'll do it," she breathed out.

Purely as a matter of theatrics, Bradley snapped his fingers. A moment later, they were in the Titans tower, in Terra's room, the blonde girl having the new memories of this new reality. Of a longer, more fulfilling friendship. Of fighting evil alongside her fellow heroes. She started to cry in joy as she realized that it was real. She didn't even think about what Bradley would do to her friends.