The Haven (For Tangerine)

[narky]

“Would you like a scotch, Miss Tannermen?” a robotic voice asked her.

Turning to look at the source, she was greeted by the sight of a sexily-built robotic woman, dressed in what looked like some very high-end black lingerie. It did seem maybe a bit wasteful to be dressing robots in all of this, but it was a pretty looking waste.

Besides, it was not like “The Haven,” couldn’t afford it, after all, they own the private train and rail system she is ridding in to get there,

“Yes, on rocks,” she replied, giving the robot a smile after saying it, even if the robot wouldn’t have been able to recognize the gesture.

With fluid, almost human like movements, the robot prepared her drink, before handing it to her. After taking a sip, she looked around at the others she was sharing the luxury train with. Most are like her, the ultra-rich with way too much money, and little to actually spend it on. When she heard of “The Haven,” she had completely written off the stories about some sort of “trans-dimensional brothel” as the ravings of a desperately lonely man. But when a good friend told her that he had actually been there, her interest became instantly peaked.

According to her friend, they specialized in spanking. Each client got to give any girl they wanted a spanking, and they really meant any. Whoever this Matron is, she had found a way to create portals through time and space. They had girls from any time or place, no matter how fantastical or realistic.

Getting into touch with “The Haven,” proved to be slightly tricky. To maintain secrecy, they operated on a “recommendation system,” so getting her friend to act as her “sponsor” proved a little difficult, since he was worried about potentially getting banned due to her more “abrasive” personality. But after a very thorough process of interviews and paperwork she finally got the call telling her that she has been approved.

So that is how she found herself on-board the high-end train, being served alcohol by sexy robot women.

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It didn’t take before they arrived at the station that serves as the primary entrance for “The Haven” and even then, Lana looked impressed. The station was massive and they were greeted by massive holographic signs, all of them displaying various women being given different types of spankings, from a simple caning to what looked like a “bottom-destroying” paddling.

A grin became apparent on Lana’s face, “Oh I am going to like it here,” she told herself.

Another robot woman in lingerie approached her, “Hello Miss Tannermen, welcome to The Haven, I hope that your stay her will be a comfortable one. We have a special discount with our ‘DC Girls Special,” the metallic woman told her, before handing her a tablet for the special.

Looking at the list, Lana whistled at the impressive list. There had to be over 500 names there, from A-List DC characters to D-List ones. But as she scrolled, she spotted a name that caught her interest.

Raven. Besides the profile picture of her, there is one of her ass just screaming for a spanking. Interested, she looked over at the price. $5,000 per hour. Lana paid for 3 hours.

“Thank you for making your choice Miss Tannermen,” the robotic woman told her, “Please enjoy your time with Raven.”

[Tangerine]

While expecting to enjoy some quiet and lonely me-time, things had surely taken a rather unexpected, and uncalled, turn for the young heroine upon returning from an uneventful mission. Unlike the rest of her dear teammates, she would consider herself wise, knowledgeable, and awfully sensible. Certainly a self-aware girl with a deep understanding of the universe. However, even she was confused about what had happened and where she was. It all had happened too quickly. Being a pessimistic gal who tended to expect, and be prepared for, the worst hadn't changed the outcome. Somehow, these people had managed to capture her. It was like an elaborate joke, which she didn't find funny.

Yeah, capturing her… Abducting a magical demon-hybrid who could detach her very soul, effortlessly fly through solid walls, and jump between dimensions was surely not a walk in the park. It was quite an impressive feat, really. However, instead of fearing her captors’ capabilities, the confident heroine opted to blame her sloppiness. It was a mystery what they really wanted from her. She was also unaware that, for them, she was just an easily accessible name on a list of desirable bottoms, and not necessarily a formidable foe that required great caution and constant care.

Given the long list of magical abilities Raven possessed, there must have been many ways she could not only save her skin, but make them pay for their daringness as well. Only, that wasn’t the case this time. In here, she couldn't seem to focus her magic. Her powers came from a different dimension. This one, the one she was dragged into, seemed rather different to her own. Less compliant. As if this mysterious reality was too real, so to speak, to be altered and warped by her magic.

Glowing eyes returned to normal after Raven, another time, tried to cast a spell. Like her previous attempts, it was in vain. It just didn't work. Only a little light show.

Under her hooded cape and in her little leotard, the twenty-year-old heroine did look like how she was depicted in the catalogue. Her questions had yet to be answered. She didn’t know she was merely a girl at a discounted price on Haven's menu. That she was only there because some rich woman thought she had a nice backside. At least one that was worthy of a good slap. Or two. Or many. In her crime fighting career, which was fictional here, she relied on her magical powers, and not necessarily her physical prowess. Being totally fit wasn't exactly a necessity for her; hence, the apparent suppleness of her bum. That curvy region of hers wasn’t incredibly firm. Somewhat wobbly, and surely dynamic.

Without her magical powers, she was just a moody gal. Not too difficult to move around. "I hate robots." The moody titan complained as she walked behind a suggestively dressed robot down a hall. A vast and bright station welcomed her at the end. Her eyes batted as they adapted to the brightness. Luxury, fancy, and flashy. It certainly wasn't her style. Soon, she was brought before the client.

"Did I owe you money or something?" Shrugging off the mechanical hand on her shoulder, she questioned. “Statistically, it’s not a good sign when-hey!” At one sweep, the same hand yanked on her cape, peeling the garment off her pale form. It highlighted her legs. And also a certain other part of her body as well.

[narky]

Lana smiled when she saw the robes be ripped from the woman, since it gave her a better look at Raven's body.

"Very nice," she said to no one, "And no. You don't owe me money, but I did pay a lot of money to enjoy you for the next three hours," she added on with a grin on her face.

From behind her, the robot woman attached a collar around the goth woman's neck. The collar would further suppress any powers that they might still have, while letting the client guide them wherever they want.

"Follow me," she said, before turning to walk into the the facility. Looking around, she is greeted by the sight and sounds of ongoing spankings around her. She spotted a woman with mechanical wings locked into a pillory, while a woman in a leather outfit brought down a massive two handed paddle onto her bottom, and the blonde's screaming was almost deafening. Next, there is a brunette in a catsuit that is bent over a man's knee. The bottom of her suit was torn off, and he is laying into her with a large hairbrush, while she struggled and cried her eyes out.

Before long they reached a private booth she had booked and walked inside.