The Fall

CHAPTER TEN: FRIENDS REUNITED JET studied Zenith with amusement as he writhed on the floor grasping his sides. His anguished cries had turned to sobs from the excruciating pain in his broken ribs. She nuzzled the sole of her training shoe into his face and leisurely pushed his body backwards on the floor. Her sleek legs towered above him as she perched on the edge of the table in his squalid flat the light glistening off her brilliant-white teeth while she grinned at his prostate body. "You always were so weak Zenith," she smiled. "Such a pathetic excuse for a man. But you had your uses at the time." She rose from the table and knelt down beside him resting her arm on her knee as she squatted over him. His whimpers intensified as he smelt her perfume and caught the look of evil anticipation in her eyes. "But now you're less than worthless to me. Which makes me wonder why you've been so eager to discover my whereabouts. Perhaps you dreamed I'd deign to give you one last fuck. In which case you're even more stupid then I remember." She reached out and grabbed hold of a handful of hair roughly turning his head so he was staring straight up into her face. His body quivered and his eyes bulged in terror. Jet felt fiercely aroused at the sight of him literally shaking in fear beneath her. She recalled how she had used to enjoy squeezing his body between her thighs until he screamed in agony when she rode him - and how much fun it had been taunting his sexual inadequacy when later he lay panting exhausted under her having shot his load time and time again. She just about resisted the temptation to tear the terrified wretch's trousers off and take him one final time while crushing the last breath from him with her legs. Instead she wrenched his head off the ground making him scream as pain seared through his ribcage. She held his face inches from hers calmly smiling while he sobbed in front of her. "So why were you looking for me Zenith?" "Uhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh," he panted as she waited patiently for his reply keeping her grip on his hair. "B...B...B...Batman," he finally croaked. "Batman asked. I couldn't...couldn't say no." Jet tilted her head and said gently, almost reassuringly: "Of course Zenith. I knew that. Just as I know exactly how I'm going to kill you - and exactly how much fun I'll get out of doing it." "P...p...please Jet," he begged desperately. "P...please. Don't. I can help you. Please. I can bring you Batman. Bring him to you." Jet's grin broadened and she shook her head slowly from side to side. "No need," she said softly. "I already have Batman squirming like a toad. Very soon he'll be even more subservient than you were - helped by seeing the sight of your mangled body." Jet leant forward and kissed him softly on the lips forcing her tongue into his mouth and enjoying the sound of his feeble whimpers as he made no attempt to resist. She pulled her head back and rose to her feet bringing his shivering body with her. "Bye, bye Zenith," she smirked as she crashed a fist into his abdomen. His body creased in two and blood splattered onto the floor from his mouth. His legs gave way under him but Jet caught him by the shoulder blades before he could fall to the floor. "Ha," she cried as she held him steady for a second and then smashed her knee up into his balls with such ferocity the room almost shook. His agonised yell made her feel so good she repeated the treatment before letting go and letting him crumple to the ground. Only half-conscious he curled up into a foetal position and Jet took the opportunity to send her foot crashing onto the side of his head. Once, twice, three times she stamped on his defenceless skull before using her foot to roll his limp body onto its front. She placed her training shoe onto the middle of his back then leant down and grabbed both his arms by the wrists. "For old time's sake," she grinned. Jet pulled his arms back as she kept her foot planted squarely on his back. His body arched and he let out a blood-curdling scream until there was a sharp crack as his spine snapped and his cries turned into a gurgling death rattle. Jet contemptuously let go of his arms and breathed in deeply relishing the moment. Before leaving she pulled Batman's tracking device from the clasp on his belt and held it up to her eyes. "Another little treat awaits my pet," she smiled.