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The Final Countdown
BATMAN curled in a ball on the floor shivering with pain.
Blood dripped trickled from his mouth and nose and his eyes were half-closed.
Caroline’s beating had been slow, calculated and sadistically brutal.
The woman had obviously enjoyed every single minute of it – taunting him as he writhed helplessly under her repeated blows.
The first crack from the truncheon on his elbow had been followed by a thrash to the side of the face.
He’d reeled to one side and then her boot had come up to kick him contemptuously from the chair.
He toppled sideways to the ground and Caroline tossed her hair back before crouching on him – resting her knee on his neck and leaning down to whisper in his ear.
“This is going to be such fun Batman,” she hissed. “I’m going to cause you more pain then you’ve ever felt in your life before.”
She pressed her knee harder into him enjoying the feeling of him squirming beneath her.
Then she raised her stick and crashed it down into the small of his back.
“Uggghhhhhhhh,” he grunted as his body arched under the force of the blow. Another followed in exactly the same spot and the crimefighter’s legs thrashed wildly.
Caroline laughed derisively.
“You’re going to learn to do what you’re told Batman,” she spat. “Learn to do what we want.”
She rose to her feet and slammed her silver toe-capped boot into his stomach eliciting another grunt from his prone body.
He knew there was no point in trying to resist. There was nothing he could do. He had no choice but to just endure the pain and wait for it to end.
Caroline casually walked round him the sound from her heels ringing menacingly around the cell.
“Get up!” she barked.
Suddenly Batman felt the metal collar cutting into his neck as Caroline yanked hard on its chain. His mouth fell open and he gagged loudly but just managed to haul himself stumbling to his feet.
He hunched forward in front of her the pain in his back preventing him from standing fully upright.
The sight made Caroline purr with delight. Here was the great Batman almost cowering before her – his muscular power rendered useless by his shackles.
She tapped the truncheon idly against her knee letting him wait in dread for the next blow.
“You’re pathetic Batman,” she sneered. “A weak, grovelling wretch. You’re not even fit to lick my boots.”
There was a blur of movement and Caroline had whipped her weapon upwards planting it firmly between his legs.
He howled as his testicles burned with pain and his legs gave way under him.
His giant frame landed on its knees before his tormentor - his head bowed and arms shaking from the cold, throbbing ache spreading from his balls into his thighs.
Caroline raised the truncheon again and began tapping it gently on the top of his head.
“I could split your skull in two now Batman,” she smiled. “Let your sordid brains spill all over the floor.”
She moved the point of the baton to his chin and levered his face upwards so he was staring into her eyes.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
“And end to your misery. But not yet. You need to suffer some more first.”
She let her words hang in the air and then pulled her arm back in the air holding the truncheon high above her shoulder before unleashing it forwards.
It smashed across Batman’s mouth snapping his head to one side. As he fell the weapon came down again from the other side this time rasping over his nose.
His head jerked from side to side as Caroline unleashed a torrent of blows onto him.
His eyes began to close as she let out an ecstatic yell before connecting with one last wild thrash and allowing him to fall to the floor on his side.
As he curled up whimpering with sorrowful gurgles issuing from his throat Caroline casually slipped the truncheon back into her belt and looked down at his broken body with evident satisfaction.
“Told you it would be fun Batman,” she said coldly. “Can’t wait for the next time.”
She stepped over his prostate body and picked up the confession from the table before turning without a second glance and pulling the door behind her.
Batman sank into unconsciousness before she’d even finished turning the key in the lock.
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