To Catch A Bat

A Show Of Strength


HIS body was raw, aching. Slowly the Boy Wonder’s brain awoke from unconsciousness to register the pain flowing through his balls, arms and face.

 The leering face of his female attacker floated dreamily in his eyes – her delighted smile the last thing he saw before his thoughts were blacked out by that vicious fist.

 He shook himself and more pain shot through his shoulder blades.

 Gradually his thoughts coalesced allowing him to take in his surroundings. He was in a large, bare, white room illuminated with bright neon strip lights.

 His feet just touched the floor and he was slung over a metal pole which ran from one side of the room to the other with his wrists bound behind him.

 In front of him stood a single metal-tubed leather armchair with his utility belt coiled on the seat.

 He tried to pull his wrists apart and heard the faint rattle of handcuffs.

 He groaned and let his chin slump down onto his chest. The realisation dawned that whoever had done this had planned it to perfection.

 They’d known he was coming, probably watched him from the moment he arrived at the house and then sprung the perfect trap.

 His face reddened as he remembered how helpless he’d been before the assault of the vicious vixen who’d sprung on him with such obvious glee.

 He was still reliving the beating in his mind when his thoughts were interrupted by the whoosh of a sliding door opening and the clip of heels on the floor.

 He looked up to see a tall, blonde woman striding towards him. She was dressed in a tight all-in-one black Lycra body suit cut high on the shoulders to reveal firm muscles. Her legs were encased in shiny knee-high boots and she moved with an air of arrogant superiority as she approached him.

 “How’s my sleeping beauty?” she said cheerily. “Feeling a little better now?”

 She rounded the chair and stood before him with her hands on her hips and her head cocked inquisitively to one side.

 Robin gritted his teeth angrily which only served to bring a smile to her face.

 “What’s the matter Robin?” she asked with mock innocence. “Didn’t you enjoy your little lesson?

 “Never mind – you’ll get used to it.”

 The Boy Wonder grunted and pulled his wrists against the cuffs.

 “Who are you?” he snapped.

 The woman gave him a mocking grin which only served to heighten his frustration.

 “Let me go,” he barked. “I’m warning you – let me go.”

 “Huh,” sneered the woman dismissively.

 “I don’t think you’re in any position to warn me little boy.”

 She moved to one side and slipped under the bar holding him. Next she slipped her arms around his waist and clasped her hands together over his stomach before leaning into him.

 He could smell her sweet perfume and feel her long hair on his cheek and then her lips brushed gently against his neck.

 “I’m Siren, Robin,” she purred. “And you’re my new toy.”

 She flicked out her tongue and wriggled it seductively in his ear.

 “So……just……enjoy,” she said, very, very slowly.

 Her hands slipped from his stomach and the tips of the fingers began brushing gently up and down the inside of his thighs.

 “Stop it!” he barked. “Stop it and let me go!”

  Siren ignored his demands and blew softly into his ear continuing her stroking on his legs.

 Despite himself Robin was starting to get horribly aroused. The woman’s soft touch, silky voice and warm breath on his skin were all combining to produce an ever-growing bulge in his green trunks.

 He desperately tried to think of something else, anything he could to counter the effect.

 But it was no good.

 “How does it feel to be helpless my toy?” continued Siren. “Knowing I can do anything I like to you, whenever I want. Does it turn you on?”

 Robin’s body twisted on the pole as his cock grew rock-hard despite his attempts at resistance.

  Siren kissed his neck and then slipped back under the pole to stand in front of him.

 Her eyes drifted down to see the sight of his huge growth almost bursting through his pants.

 A teasing smile played over her lips as she turned her gaze back onto his face.

 “See boy toy?” she said. “You do like.”

 She let out a playful giggle and then the tone of her voice changed.

 “But I’m afraid you’re a bit young for me my pet,” she said matter-of-factly. “I prefer someone with, shall we say, a little more experience.

 She cocked her head to one side and raised her eyes to the ceiling as though thinking.

 “Batman, perhaps?” she said thoughtfully. “What do you think?

 “I’m sure he’d just love to be on his knees begging for my body don’t you?”

 She flashed Robin a teasing grin as he stared at her with a mixture of fury and pent-up frustration.

 “In the meantime little toy,” she beamed. “You just stay there and dream about me. And if you’re very, very good I might send you a little present.”

 With that she turned and walked out the room swaying her hips from side to side. As she got to the door she turned briefly, blew him a kiss and gave him a slow, knowing wink.

 Robin’s fists clenched behind him and his face contorted in anger as the door slid closed behind her.