The Fall

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: WALKING THE DOG JET despatched Robin to Tiffany's with precise instructions as to just which bracelet she desired. She gave him an affectionate pat on his backside as he headed off down to the Batcave. Once he'd gone she slipped a pair of white sweatbands onto her wrists and admired herself in the full-length mirror. She reached into a draw and pulled out a long metal leash attached to a studded leather collar before striding down the corridor to give Batman her full attention again. The crimefighter still hung miserably from the beam his chin resting forlornly on his chest. Jet flashed him a massive, cheerful grin as she walked in. "The big day approaches my little captive," she beamed approaching him. "People are coming from all over to celebrate my enslavement of Robin. What a beautiful engagement party it will be. "You'll be pleased to know Commissioner Gordon's arranging a police escort for me. Maybe a guard of honour too. He's obviously a man who knows what's good for him." Jet twirled the leash in the air as she stood in front of the shackled crimefighter. "I'm having a special place reserved for you too Batman. On the floor at my feet eating Jet's scraps from your bowl like a dog." The Caped Crusader looked up and stared at her his dark eyes blazing. "We'll see," he said through gritted teeth. Jet smirked and held the leash up to his face. "Time for a little walk," she said. "So I can show you what's become of your former home." She undid the collar and slipped it round his neck before fastening it tight so the edges were biting into his skin. Then she let the leash drop from her fingers to the floor as she curled her hand into a ball. "But first," she said dryly. In one movement she brought her fist up and slammed it into Batman's balls. "Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh," he screamed as his body lifted off the ground and he squirmed on the beam. Jet watched his tortured writhings with satisfaction and then hammered her fist into him again. This time he shrieked wildly and his body arched as though it was about to break in two. Batman felt as though his testicles had been driven through his stomach and up into his throat. "Just so you know who's mistress boy," smiled Jet. She moved behind him and her fingers fastened on the cuffs holding his wrists. She flicked them open then placed her hand on the back of his cowl pushing him forward. The Caped Crusader tumbled awkwardly to the floor only just managing to break his fall with his hands before his head hit the ground. In a flash Jet was over him reattaching the cuffs to his wrists. She picked the leash from the ground as she rose and stepped over his prone body. "Stand up," she ordered. Slowly, painfully Batman managed to get to his feet. He could hardly stand with the pain from his aching testicles and dreaded the thought Jet might repeat the treatment. "Come," she said turning away. The leash stretched tight as Jet strode forward. She yanked it hard and Batman stumbled towards her almost falling over. He could hardly walk through the pain coursing through his body. Jet shivered with exhilaration as she heard him whimper every time she pulled the leash tight sending the collar cutting into his skin. She glanced back to see him half staggering behind her his face contorted in pain. The sight made her feel very powerfully aroused. The grinning vixen led him on a tour of his own house now totally transformed to her own precise specifications. "It was all so terribly dreary Batman," she taunted him. "It may have been sufficient for a wretch like you but nowhere near adequate for someone of my exquisite tastes. "I had Robin do most of the work. He does so suit a life of servile obedience. As you will too." Batman could see almost all of his possessions had gone. Jet had kept no more than three or four items as gloating souvenirs. In their place was new furniture, curtains, carpets and decorations. Fresh paint covered the walls and new lights and chandeliers had been fitted. Pictures of Jet in various celebratory poses adorned the walls. Some also featured Robin kneeling obediently at her feet. In one Batman found particularly grotesque she was standing behind the Boy Wonder with one arm around his neck. The teenager's head lolled back on her shoulder and Jet's hand was buried deep inside his green trunks while she smiled joyously at the camera. Gleefully Jet pulled her captive from room to room taunting him constantly over the changes she had made to the place he had once called home. Finally they reached the door of his old bedroom. "I think you'll enjoy what I've done here Batman," she smiled. "It's much more suitable to your new status in life." She pushed open the door to reveal the inside. Batman could hardly believe his eyes. What had once been an elegant, palatial suite was now nothing more than a prison cell. It had shrunk in size to become a long, narrow pen. There was no window but just a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and only a simple, wooden-slatted bed attached to the wall on the right-hand side. On the wall opposite it there was a small hatch-like metal door set low down. Jet put her arm around Batman's shoulder. "I used the space we saved in the alterations to expand my own quarters," she explained gently. "They're next door. The flap you can see is so you can crawl through when I require your services. "I think you'll agree I've created the perfect home for a pitiful specimen such as yourself. After all, I have been planning it for a very long time." Jet placed her hand on Batman's back and before he realised what was happening had pushed his body inside. She laughed delightedly as he stumbled forwards and fell to the floor. "Make yourself at home Batman," she said gleefully as she swung the heavy door shut behind him. Jet slid open the observation flap and looked down on the Caped Crusader sitting on the floor looking around at the small cell. She blew him a mocking kiss relishing the sight of his latest humiliation.