The Fall

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: FRESH PLANS JET sat brooding angrily on the sofa. It had not been a good day. Batman's behaviour had caught her completely by surprise. Her plan had anticipated his first night in the cell would be the torment which finally drove him to the brink of despair - leaving his famous willpower on the brink of snapping. Instead it had only seemed to embolden him infusing him with some neww reserve of mental strength. Now she would have to continue the process a while longer and time was running out before her big day. Commissioner Gordon's show of disobedience on the other hand had merely annoyed her. The cretinous man obviously didn't know what he was dealing with. But he would learn. She'd already resolved that he would have to suffer for his actions. The Commissioner could deliver the most elaborate police escort ever seen in the country for her complete with the finest-looking of his officers stripped naked to the waist carrying her on a throne - it would make no difference. Jet was still going to wreak such tortures on him his little mind would descend into a state of total madness. He would finish his days a gibbering wreck in a secure asylum - and she'd be sure to pay him regular visits so she could feast on the sight. A smile slowly crept back onto Jet's face as she contemplated the fate she had in store for the errant police chief. A delicious plan began rapidly formulating in her mind - one which could provide her with many sublime moments over the next few days. And as for Batman.........well, if she had to heap more suffering on him before his final capitulation that would have its advantages too. Suddenly feeling her mood lighten Jet clicked her fingers loudly and waited for Robin to hurry into the room. "A drink," she ordered as he appeared. The Boy Wonder dutifully scurried to the cabinet, pulled out a bottle of wine and poured a large glass. He knelt obediently in front of her before raising the glass so she could take it in her hand without leaning forward. Jet took a satisfied sip of the wine and then placed the glass on the table next to her. She looked down at Robin and slowly parted her tracksuit-clad legs. Running her tongue lasciviously over her lips she whispered: "Pleasure time, lover boy." The teenage crimefighter lowered his head between her thighs and pressed his head into her groin. She let her head roll backwards her long black hair cascading behind the sofa as he began mouthing her through the tight material. "Good boy," she breathed happily. Jet raised her legs and placed them roughly on her obedient slave's shoulders locking her ankles behind his back. He had to struggle to stay in position as she pulled him relentlessly into her. He'd been hopelessly inept the first time he'd been ordered to perform this on her but was now slowly improving thanks to repeated practice. The blood rushed in his head as Jet's thighs closed around his head. Muffled gasps came from his mouth as he fought for breath while still working his mouth furiously. "More toy," ordered Jet. Robin's jaw began to ache as he increased the pace as best he could. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," purred Jet a blissful smile spreading across her face. "Nice." The young crimefighter felt he would pass out any moment with her legs now squeezing the sides of his head in a vice-like grip. Just as he thought he could go no longer Jet twisted in the seat and moaned with satisfaction. Slowly her legs relaxed from around him and the air rushed back into his lungs. She pulled her right leg back, placed the sole of her training shoe on his forehead and pushed him backwards. He fell onto his back panting heavily. "Job done, love toy," she grinned. Jet picked up her glass and took leisurely drink as she looked at Robin's prostrate body on the ground in front of her. With a mischeivous smirk she rose and stood over him. She looked as dominating as ever with her black-clad legs rising above him and her face glowing with satisfaction. With slow deliberation she turned her wine glass and let the liquid dribble onto the Boy Wonder's face. He spluttered as it splashed into his mouth and eyes. Jet simply laughed enjoying watching his discomfort. Her previous black mood had disappeared to be replaced by her familiar confident demeanour. She let the glass fall on the floor making Robin flinch as it smashed into pieces by his head. "Clean that up will you Robin?" she said casually. "I have an appointment. Police business."