The Fall

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: SPRINGING THE TRAP BATMAN drew on his fabled reserves of willpower and managed to shake his mind clear on the indignities and doubts which had clouded his reasoning. It took a fearsome effort but suddenly he began to think clearly again. He'd discarded his soiled costume, showered himself clean again and changed into a pristine outfit. He felt new, fresh and ready for battle. With the change came a fresh outlook. The realisation dawned that Jet had been planning everything for the four years she'd been locked away. Every single incident had been drawn up meticulously. All her waking hours must have been consumed by the desire for revenge. If she had appeared to be one step ahead of him at all times it was purely because her scheme had been devised with such precision over those seemingly endless days when she had little else to do that he was now endeavouring to make up for four years of evil intention. Four years, he thought. Four years of turning every eventually over in her twisted mind. No wonder he was struggling to catch up. But there was still time. Even the best-laid plans invariably contained a flaw - especially when they were tinged with the arrogance Jet was now displaying. The very arrogance that had lead to her taunting him with her plans for an engagement party to celebrate her supposed nuptials with Robin. Those same thoughts raced through Batman's head as he sped the Batcycle towards the Hilton Hotel a determined expression fixed on his lips. Yes, Jet was cunning, clever and resourceful. But he was Batman. And he was ready to strike back. The hotel manager smiled courteously as he gestured the Caped Crusader towards the entrance to the main ballroom. "We're very honoured we were chosen for such a grand occasion," he said as Batman strode past him. "I'm sure you'll find we're the perfect venue." "I have no doubt," said Batman curtly. "I just want to ensure everything's to our satisfaction. Could you let me have sight of the paperwork please? I'd like to double check everything." "Of course, of course," replied the manager throwing open the doors to the ballroom. "I'll just get the file while you're looking at the room. It's empty at the moment but I can guarantee you will be more than happy when you see it in its full regalia." Batman nodded as the man disappeared pulling the doors shut behind him. The crimefighter turned and took in the grand space with its ornate decorations and shining wooden floor. He walked into the middle of the room as he waited for the manager to return with the paperwork which he was certain would provide him with the clue he needed. After what seemed like an age he finally heard what sounded like the door opening again behind him and he turned in anticipation. As he did so a steel beam swung down from up above ramming into his stomach and throwing him up into the air with fearful force. As the beam headed back up on its hydraulic supports Batman crashed to the ground on all fours retching and gasping in great lungfuls of air. His body felt like it had been hit by a steam train. He was so stunned he didn't notice Jet cartwheeling gleefully into the room her long dark hair flowing behind her. She came to a rest with her legs planted either side of the Caped Crusader's stricken form. In one swift movement Jet grabbed his arms and pulled them back before cuffing his wrists together. She snapped her body back upright and cartwheeled over him again twisting elegantly in the air so she landed facing her helpless prey. It was all done with amazing grace and precision while Batman seemed a fumbling wreck as he tried uselessly to get to his feet. Jet preened herself in front of him and stretched her arms high into the air as though playing to an imaginary crowd. She placed one leg in front of the other and grinned with supreme satisfaction every inch of her a vision of female power. Batman was still desperately trying to get to his feet as his vision was filled with the sight of Jet's shapely body. Relishing the moment she arched her back and drew her foot back. "What's the matter Batscum?" she said with mock sympathy. "Got yourself all in a tangle have you? Never mind - Jet's here to help." She waited a second and then let her foot sail forwards into Batman's face. Her training shoe hit it flush with a satisfying thwack. Batman's body flew upright and he hung in the air for a second before tumbling over onto his back his arms trapped behind him. Jet arrogantly kicked his legs apart and placed the sole of her foot on his crotch. She knew he was helpless - unable to raise himself from the floor never mind fight back. "I've had a change of heart Batman," she smiled pressing down on his testicles. "You shall come to my wedding ball after all. I'm going to have you as an altar boy. Stripped naked, gagged and chained to the altar. That way you'll be able to do nothing but listen as Robin pledges his devotion to me for all eternity. "Then I'm going to have you strapped to my bed with your eyes prised open so you can watch as I gorge myself on his young, fragile body - draining what little lifeblood he has left in him." The smile on Jet's face was one of pure evil as she lapped up Batman's look of helpless misery. She pressed her foot down harder on him to reinforce her superiority. "Robin, you, the Batcave - they all belong to me now." "No," he gasped desperately. "You can't. No." "And who's going to stop me Batman?" she almost hissed. "You? This pathetic creature grovelling at my feet? The so-called man I've had the pleasure of tormenting these past few weeks?" She tossed her hair back arrogantly. "I could have had you crawling to me a long time ago," she said. "But I preferred watching you suffer like a snivelling dog. But believe me Batman that was nothing to how you're going to suffer at my hands from now on. Both physically and mentally." Jet lifted her foot and pursed her lips letting the realisation of what was about to happen dawn on him. He tried to shuffle away making her shriek with laughter. "That's it Batman," she cried. "Crawl you dog. Let Mistress Jet see you squirm." She was still laughing as she brought her foot down on his cock and scrotum grinding it in with relish. Batman howled in agony and his legs thrashed wildly as Jet continued crushing his manhood with undisguised glee. "Aaaaggggghhhhhhhhhhh," he screamed. "Aaaaaggggghhhhhhhhh." Jet lifted her face and shook her hair exultantly. She breathed deeply savouring the feel of his balls under her foot and the sound of his tormented cries in her ears. "Scream doggie," she breathed. "Scream for your mistress." Batman's back arched in agony while his head bounced up and down on the floor. His bulging eyes could see only Jet's athletic body rearing up over him majestic in its taut power and control. Finally, blessedly, she eased the pressure on his tortured genitals and gazed down at his agony-ridden features. A grin of supreme almost animal satisfaction spread over her face as she took in his pain and fear. "Mine now Batman," she said with gentle satisfaction. "All mine to do with as I wish." As though to emphasise her words she casually stepped over his midriff and clasped her hands behind her back swinging her hips suggestively from side to side. Batman could only watch helplessly as she lowered herself down and settled her Lycra-clad body on his chest. Her powerful legs eased themselves under his body forcing his back upwards as they clamped together between his shackled arms and his spine. Pain tore through his shoulderblades as they were forced into the floor. "Want to beg?" said Jet casually. "Or should we save that pleasure for later?" Batman made no reply. His eyes simply bulged as he stared at the sight of the grinning vixen astride him her dark hair falling across her shoulders and her chest heaving in what seemed like orgasmic pleasure. Jet took in a deep breath savouring the moment and then began tensing her legs together. Batman grunted and his eyes clenched shut in pain as she began crushing his stomach between her thighs. Jet yelped with delight at the feeling of the great crimefighter held helpless beneath her. Almost without thinking she pulled her fist back and then sent it smashing into his jaw. His head snapped to one side bringing a screech of delight from the now exultant villainess. She drew back her other arm and crashed another punch into his face. Tightening her legs around him she began steadily raining blows down on his helpless features like a wild animal. The last thing Batman could make out as his eyes slowly closed and he slipped into unconsciousness was Jet's manic laughter echoing around the room.