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Scolding of the Bat	By : Corina Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 21842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four – Secured
Barbara couldn’t help but jump when she heard his voice. So close to her ear it sent a shot of pain through her whole being, beginning with her head, and vibrating through the core of her existence. But as the words registered with her, the voice was foreign. It wasn’t Batman. Nor was it his alter ego creation of Bruce Wayne. This was more feral. More animalistic than anything she had ever heard.
She felt his strong hands grab her, slamming her body over his muscular shoulder. Her small frame was no match for his strength and endurance. And with the paralysis, she could do little but kick her feet a bit, something that seemed to be as ineffective as psychiatry on the Joker. But it was when she felt her body leave his shoulder, and get slammed onto the table that panic truly began to set it.
It wasn’t the pain in her back that was forcing the tears to break. It was the pressing of his palms against her stomach. His forceful hold down of her body. The way he ground his palms into her stomach made her flinch and beg for mercy, while at the same time she felt her own will being slowly broken.
And then, as if in an act of compassion, he quickly cut the bola that had been wrapped around her, freeing her torso from the uncomfortable restraint. She barely noticed, as the paralysis still existed. She was helpless, pressed against the table like a sacrifice for the offering. Like a virgin laid out to be taken. And yet, while her mind begged for Dick to come and rescue her, a part of her had always imagined Batman taking her. Taking her to the depths of insanity and lust, and slowly bringing her back.
But it wasn’t lust that he wanted. It was punishment. He was going to make her pay for her failure. Payment that could only be accomplished by breaking her very will. And the fear of being broken, made her whimper a bit under his forceful hand.
Batman smiles as his eyes surveyed her for the first time. Her own helplessness and her own defeat at being in the dark. In the dark he could see all of her, all of her naked firm body and his eyes ravaged up and down her. His mastery of his prey was almost complete. To the Bat, that was all that she was at this point. The failure on her part made her little more than prey, little more than an adversary which needed to be taken, and taught. She would be disciplined and re-taught of she would join the other failures.
Pulling her ankles open, he watched the inner thighs strain, tight at how wide he was pulling her legs open. With the shape of the table, her leg went almost all the way wide. The openness of her womanhood to him, Batman almost grinned as he took her and he fastened her ankles securely to the table. Using the rope from some bat line, there would be no escape, Batman's plan to take, to break Barbara Gordon would soon be realized. A hard pull against her legs made sure that her thighs were pulled tight and hard. and then he spread her legs to the maximum. The bat line tied around one ankle and then securely fastened to the stone pillar legs on each leg of the table. Around them, he pulled the line taut under it, fastening the other ankle in exactly the same way.
"No escape" was all he said, doing the same with her wrists, wrapping the line around them quickly, pulling them open above her. The pure precise quickness of his movement, effective and quick tying her and securing her to the table only took a few moments. "MORE!" he yelled, yanking on both lines again to make her entire body shake with a ripping movement to tighten her arms and legs wide.
"SMOOTH...." he stated lustfully for the first time, as he run two fingers across her thighs, starting at her ankles and leading them across to her inner thighs. With her ankles pulled out to the side on the table, Batman reveled in the feeling her legs’ flexibility from her gymnastics pulled to its limits. Making a nice one-hundred and eighty degree line.
Barbara was helpless. His quick actions and her own paralysis left little she could do, other than whimper as his strong hands displayed her open. He tied her legs apart. Wide enough to cause her to wince in pain. Her thighs were begging for mercy. Her most intimate possession vulgarly displayed for his sadistic viewing pleasure. And yet, she could feel something begin to stir deep inside of her. A part of her was enjoying the torment.
But as he wrapped her wrists the same sadistic way, spreading her into a position that was nearly unattainable for any human to be in, she felt the tears roll down her cheeks. Tears of humiliation. Tears of pain. Tears of being forced into a situation where she had no control.
With the tears the pleading began. She didn’t recognize her own voice as she begged him to stop. Nor did she recognize that slight twinge of excitement that seemed to overwrite her pleads. All she knew was that she had lost the battle. Her body told her so. Her mind screamed it. Her heart broke in two, thinking of her love and the way his tender touch had been the only one she had ever felt.
“Don’t do this….” She pleaded, imagining her display in her own mind. Held apart. Strained. Her body tight against the bonds. Her womanhood parted and on display. But she knew her pleas would fall on deaf ears. She had seen Bruce like this only once before. And that almost resulted in him breaking his own golden rule.
She could feel his hand on her thigh, and when she tried to turn away from his touch, she realized she couldn’t. The paralysis made her body his for the taking. Bundled with the restraints, she could only lift her head, slightly to look at him. To plead in the darkness for him not to continue.
She didn’t know what to expect. Was this a way to humiliate her? Maybe he would put her on display and bring Dick in to see her failures. Or maybe he would do the unthinkable….of having his own way with her. Or quite possibly…maybe just leave her until her muscles began to tear under the strain, leaving her helpless, broken and screaming in pain. “Bruce….” She whispered, trying to find the man behind the mask. Trying against all the odds to reason with him.
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