"raven can not die" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/7YqLghGj Created on: Tuesday 16th of June 2015 02:03:28 AM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:44:53 AM UTC Lorekeeper 28-Feb-15 16:33 #1409 Up to top Down to bottom Whew. This one took *a lot* of work. It's an old story from the previous Gurochan. The concept was awesome, and there was a lot I loved about it, but the death scene felt too quick, and Raven didn't look like she had enjoyed it until after. So I modded it, in my usual way, but to do it justice it had to take a while. Totally worth the effort. Enjoy. ______________________________________ "I can't die." Raven's words hung in the air for a few moments as the three women around the table stared at her. Starfire looked quizzical, as if trying to figure out if that was a literal statement, or if she was worried about passing away soon. Terra looked skeptical, eyebrows knit. And Blackfire looked... amused? Curious? It was hard to say. "What do you mean, you can't die? Superheroes aren't immortal by default." Terra asked. Raven gave a quick nod. "It must have happened to me after I beat my father, the same thing that lets me control my powers better now.I am. I can be hurt... terribly. But if I would actually pass away, my body dies... and a few hours later, it heals itself up and I come back. Benefits of being a demon-goddess, I guess." "Friend Raven... how did-" "I tried to kill myself." Raven muttered. "It... didn't take." Starfire gasped, her hand at her mouth failing to hide the concern in her widening eyes. Terra also seemed taken aback, but accepted it more quickly with a slow nod. The blonde girl had entertained suicidal thoughts of her own before and could readily empathise. "Wait, you did?" Blackfire seemed more than a little interested now, leaning in. "...well, details! I need to hear about that." A small smile bloomed on Raven's lips. Her eyes taking on a faraway look as she relived a fond memory. "...maybe later," Raven said. "I'll give you the short version. I wasn't depressed. I just wanted to die. It's been a fantasy of mine since forever. Suicide has always a question of when for me, not if. A few months ago, I decided it was time to go to hell. So I masturbated in the ocean till I drowned." A moment passed. "Four hours underwater later, I figured that it wasn't going to work." "Huh. And you gave up then?" "No, no. I tried hanging. I dangled there for a few minutes, choking and orgasming, then blacked out... and when I came to, I was still there. And it happened again, and again, and eventually I just cut the noose and got down. Then poisoning myself... which worked much the same, but with more throwing up blood... and then I decided to stop fooling around and blow my brains out." Starfire looked dizzy. "That one had a lot of cleanup. Nothing worked... but I enjoyed every moment." "...th... then why have you asked us here?" Starfire still seemed worried. Moreso now, reaching out to squeeze Raven's hand. "Because... I... want more. I like the feeling of it. Feeling so hopeless, drowning in my own blood, sweet agony coursing through every bit of me. Having people to share in that would make it all even better." She glanced over at the other two. "Blackfire, you're sadistic enough that you'll never run out of ideas to murder me." "True." "Terra, you're enough of a free-thinker that you can understand that this is a pleasurable thing for me." "Thank you." "And Star..." Raven smiled weakly. "You're the best friend I have, and I wanted you to be a part of this." The red-haired girl's smile was faint, but it was there as she squeezed Raven's hand harder. "So..." Terra slid in, running a finger under Raven's chin. "You want us to kill you?" "I want..." Raven blushed, despite herself. It was harder to say than she thought. "I want more than that. I want you to hurt me... torture me, ravish me. And then... yeah. Not just once, but... on a regular basis." You could have heard a pin drop as the girls stared at Raven; Terra was the first to pipe up. "We're in." -The first time- FFF, FFFF, beating, snuff, cannibalism, fluff. There had been no contest to see who would be first, no paper-rock-scissors of fate, no fighting about it at all. They had decided - rather simply - that they would work it out through messages when one of the girls felt like it; the idea had clearly intrigued Terra and Blackfire, and Starfire was willing to go along with it as long as she knew that Raven would, indeed, come back from the dead. Raven didn't have to wait long. That evening, she received a text from Blackfire that simply said "Come over." She wondered if any of the others would be there... possibly. Part of her hoped that she would be sharing her first time dying at the hands of another with Terra and Starfire as well. If she died. That was the fear - if she died, then she would come back in mere hours, whole and full and healthy again. What if Blackfire decided to keep her alive? What if she crippled Raven, put her eyes out, made her into nothing more than an immobile plaything? The fresh bit of fear churned her stomach, and set fire to her belly; by the time she set down at the long-defunct nightclub by the docks that had been turned into Blackfire's apartment-of-sorts, her leotard was soaked through between her legs. As Raven walked in, the lights were off. She took a look around, trying to figure out what was going on. Where was- "Stop." A voice from the dark. There. She could feel them - Starfire and Blackfire. Her heart thudded dully in her chest. Terra wasn't there - but still, her oldest friend had come. That felt... good. Really good. "The sacrifice will strip." "Sac..." Raven turned a bit red. She hadn't expected them to take the dom role quite as seriously as that - Blackfire tended to be quite cavalier around others - but somehow, it felt right. "Of course." She shed her shoes and cape quickly; the leotard would take a second. She started to work it off of her shoulders, and- "Stop." There was the sound of heels clicking on the tile. Raven's breath froze in her throat as the two drew close enough that she could actually see them. She could, in that moment, actually believe that the Tamaranian sisters were goddesses. Their eyes glowed, the energies that created their starbolts channeled there purely for effect. They moved with a slow, deliberate purpose, like felines stalking their prey. Blackfire was wrapped in a black, rubbery corset, with elbow-length gloves and knee-high boots of the same. Starfire was dressed in the same manner of her sister, in violet, breasts and cunts on display. For the first time since that night at the club when they'd gone dancing, Raven was seeing Blackfire's pert tits. "Step forward." Raven did so - and the moment she was in range, both women reached out, grabbed her leotard, and pulled back violently. It was torn from her body, ripped to tatters. She was naked before them now, untouched, with traces of sweat glistening in the dim light. Her breasts were full and pert, dark gray teats erect. Blackfire took one between her fingers; in the next moment Raven cried out as she felt an incredible, intense heat there. Blackfire’s fingers were glowing; she was all but encasing the tip of her breast in a starbolt. Raven began to hunch over from the pain, but forced her back to arch, to present her nipples for her goddess. "Goddess, what are - you're- i-it-" She stammered, seeking the right word for it. She felt shards of pleasure from her lions, and realised she was already rubbing herself. Pain and pleasure began to entwine; the two spices she craved for a good death. "I'm cooking you. Just a bit... I want to know what you'll taste like." "Sister, dear, that's very silly. Her breasts are mostly fat... surely if you want a good bit of meat, her rump would be better to slice from." Starfire punctuated her comment by squeezing Raven's ass. "Perhaps." She released the sizzling teat; it had gone dark, the smell of cooking flesh rising from it. Raven was already panting for breath - it was a tiny part of her, granted, but it was sensitive. Or it had been sensitive. Now... now it was a little bright ball of pain. What nerve endings left there knew nothing else. "But the plans didn't really involve baking our sacrifice, did they?" "Not wholly." Starfire dipped back into the black; long seconds passed, and the lights came up. Most of the old dance floor was empty; a spotlight, however, focused on one point near the middle of the room. The floor itself was empty. Above, though, a long, very heavy chain dangled, ending in a pair of heavy cuffs. "You see... my dear sacrificial lamb..." Blackfire purred as she led Raven over to the cuffs, taking her wrists and licking each in turn. "On Tamaran, many of the old faiths practiced the sacrifice of living beings. Some still do." That explained the 'goddess' bit. They were really getting into it. Starfire walked in close, stroking Raven’s face and neck slowly as she planted soft kisses on her friend’s forehead, eyes, nose and lips. "Some preferred drowning their offerings. Some instead had their sacrifices bled to death...but for most of our people, when they think of the old faiths..." "They think of cutting." With Raven's wrists clasped into the cuffs, Blackfire did something that Raven couldn't see - and she was lifted into the air. Not far. Just enough that her toes wouldn't be able to touch ground. Raven opened her mouth to ask what they intended to do to her, but her words died in a breathy grunt and a rattle as Starfire's produced a knife and thrust forward, burying the steel in her gut. Raven’s eyes went wide as she bent down gasping, seeing nothing as she felt what was happening in her body. Her flesh was violated all the way through her womb, Starfire’s blade like fire teasing her guts. Her heart pounded in her ears as confusion gave way to instintive fear and, behind that, a deep seated arousal. She looked up to see Starfire’s concerned face, the goddess act dropped as what she had just done friend sinked in. Raven reached out with one grey leg, hooking it behind Starfire’s own and pulling her in. Raven tilted her head, capturing her redheaded friend’s soft lips in a passionate kiss. Her questing tongue sought permission, and after a moment’s hesitation, Starfire gave it. The two teens swapped saliva, tongues mingling even as Starfire maintained her grip on the blade buried in her partner’s belly. Eventually, they parted, a trail of saliva still connecting them as they rested their foreheads against one another. They locked gazes, affirming how they felt in this moment. Raven turned to see Blackfire watching with a smirk on her face, holding a wickedly curved knife of her own. Her free hand was busy between her legs, fingers buried in her snatch. Watching her sister get intimate with another girl, seeing how that girl welcomed her own death, had been intensely arousing. “More,” Raven said in breathy tones. Blackfire raised her blade high, delivering a backhand slash across Raven’s face that left a bleeding furrow across her features. Raven blinked, feeling a second blossom of beautiful pain spread across her face, rivulets of blood escaping from her parted skin to drip from her chin. She grinned at Blackfire, tongue snaking out to taste her own blood on her lips. Starfire eased the blade out, letting Raven feel each agonising moment as the edge cut its way out of her. She raised the bloody knife, trailing it along Raven’s skin, making the girl shiver at its touch. The point stopped just below her breast, in a soft hollow of flesh. Starfire’s eyes asked whether she was ready for the next one, and Raven bit her lip and nodded. Her world went white, agony coursing through her as the knife pierced her skin, slipping between her ribs to pierce her lung. An inescapable urge tickled her throat, and she coughed blood. Starfire, bless her, held the handle firm so that each convulsion shifted the knife in her lung, cutting further, deeper… Fingers pinched her chin and turned her head. Lips, Blackfire’s this time, claimed her own. Raven returned it with fervour, stopping only when she had to cough more blood. Blackfire’s hands were in her hair, holding their liplock firm so that the flecks of blood from her partner’s throat spiced their kiss. Blackfire’s grip on her hair tightened and she pulled her head back to face the ceiling. She found herself staring at a knife, its point barely an inch from her left eye and steadily getting closer. Raven forced herself not to blink. She watched the knife intently till it pierced her, sending half her vision into a deep crimson even as she screamed, pain shooting straight through her brain at the latest violation of her body. Raven could feel it coming, a tide of pleasure greater than any that had washed over when she commited suicide. Blackfire wrenched the knife free, taking her eyeball with it and the red in her vision went black. That was the tipping point, and she screamed even louder, exulting as her orgasm burst forth, intense beyond her imagining. She squirmed and twisted in her chains, her chained hands balling into fists, her back arching and toes curling as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. ______________________ Raven fought to stay conscious as the knives kept coming to claim her. Her sides, her arms, her legs, her breasts, the sisters sliced into them all. Her guts were a mess, and every inch of her was awash in pain. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she had experienced, but she could feel her body was near its end. Presently, she was watching the sisters take a brief break, their second of the night. The sisters were making out, hands busy in each other’s cunts as they relieved their own sexual pressure. Their knives, slick with her blood, were held perilously close as they pressed their bodies together, bucking into each other’s fingers until they both came, moaning into each other’s mouths. "Awww, you got started without me?" Raven's heart nearly stopped as Terra strode out; her outfit matched the others, in shimmering pearlescent white. "You were late." Starfire stated pointedly. "A goddess cannot wait for her sacrifice." "Mmmm~ Goddess. I like that. Am I your goddess as well, Ravie?" She cooed, stroking Raven's jaw. "Yes." She managed to whisper. "Say it." "Yes my goddess..." The words were barely audible, but they were there. "Awww. Good girl." She pecked Raven's lips - and then turned to the others. “Well, I have an idea for how to finish her off." Blackfire seemed quite amused by that. Star began the cutting again, and this time two other blades joined hers. Terra focused on her back, carving bloody lines across her skin in deep, intricate patterns. She stabbed Raven through the kidney, and when the girl’s screams died down she fondled her breasts and worked the blade, whispering, “feels appropriate, with how I stabbed you in the back before.” Terra’s voice carried tones of regret for an incident in their past, but was undeniably tinged with arousal now. Raven decided she much preferred this kind of backstabbing. After another couple of orgasms, even Raven’s demonic body was running low on blood. "Now... how do you feel?" The sorceress had to ponder that for a few long moments. "Ruined." She mumbled. Terra wouldn't have understood it if she wasn't right next to her. "Ruined? Oh, we haven't started to ruin you yet... but you do look a fright..." "Can't... fff-feel... legs..." "I thought so. If we keep working you over like this, you won't be able to feel anything..." She slid a hand into the latex leggings; when it returned, it was holding a different knife. A curved, hooked, wicked looking thing. "Do you want me to end this, Raven? Do you want me to finish you off?" "Yes." "Say it." "Kill me.” She whispered. "Louder." "Kill me." Barely more audible. "Is that all you have in you?" Raven took a deep breath. It was difficult, with her punctured long, but she managed it. This goal was worth the effort. "Please, I want to die!” She shouted. Terra smiled in approval, then looked to the sisters. "Should I...?" A moment passed. Starfire nodded. "I am ready." Terra shrugged, and jammed the hooked blade into Raven’s belly. She dragged the knife across and tore her friend open. Raven arched her back pitifully, trying to feel the blade bite even deeper into her until it tore into her diaphrem. Terra opened her chest cavity, and Starfire reached in, and- She could feel her best friend squeezing her heart. Holding it. And then the burning, as her hand was enveloped in a starbolt while it was still inside her. Raven moaned out her agony, her whole body shaking and convulsing uncontrollably in her final throes of pain and pleasure. And as Starfire wrenched her heart away, she fell limp, one eye wide. A trickle of urine ran from her corpse. The three murderesses stood there, taking in what they had done. Taking in the sight of Raven's body. Her heart, just... sitting there... and- "I... fuck, this is sick..." Terra whispered. "You agreed to this as I did." "No, no, I get that. Raven wanted this. Wants this. Whichever..." She rubbed her arms. Next to her, the dead sorceress wasn't sure how she was conscious still - she had no heart. She was gone. How, then- "But?" Blackfire whispered, staring at the heart herself. "But I want to... do... something, and-" "I think I... know what..." There was a moment of silence, and as one, all three girlsfell on Raven's heart, biting it, devouring it. And only then did her consciousness lapse. -- Breath. She awoke with a start, gasping, looking down at herself. Raven was... whole. Undamaged. And more to the point... Starfire was wrapped around her. The Tamaranian stirred, and she smiled. A kind of smile that made Raven’s heart stir, sheepish and halting and relieved. "How are you?" "I... I'm..." She swallowed hard. "...good. That was... that was really..." She clung to Starfire, squeezing her, almost afraid that she'd leave. "...I needed that." "I gathered." "Star..." "Hm?" "You were... just... sleeping with my body?" "Yes." Raven felt her cheeks going red. "That didn't... disturb you?" "No." She kissed her cheek. "I have experienced far more disturbing things today. And I did not want you to wake up alone." Raven felt herself smiling weakly. She didn't want to spoil the moment. The rest could wait. Asking about her heart. About where the others were. About... everything else. She held Starfire's naked form close, just being with her, and with the last vestiges of consciousness before she slept properly, she realized where she was. Blackfire’s apartment - her actual bedroom, in bed.