The Fall

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: LOVE ACTION JET stood over Batman has he lapped up his latest meal. He'd obdeiently obeyed all her instructions over the past two days yet to her intense irritation she was still unsure as to whether he had become unquestionably subservient. Part of her still harboured the suspicion he was merely playing out some sort of charade while he plotted his next futile move. If so, it was time he was given another demonstration of her complete superiority over him and everyone he knew. A vivid display of Jet's effortless emasculation of his once closest ally and a taste of what would also be in store for the great Batman if he didn't bend to her will. She let him finish slurping his meat and then pushed her leg into his side turning him to face the metal flap in the blank wall. "See the doggy flap Batman?" she said. "When it opens and I call you I want you to crawl through. I have a treat for you." She patted him on the head and then bent down and clicked open the cuffs securing his wrists behind him. She knew she was taking a huge risk. He may have been weakened physically and mentally but if he still harboured the slightest sliver of defiance she was giving him the opportunity to fight back free of any restraints. But she had to be sure he was all hers before the big day. Totally compliant for his final humiliation. She stood watching him alert for the slightest movement but he just stayed stock still kneeling in front of the flap. Smiling she exited the cell locking the door behind her. A few minutes later the flap slid open and Jet's voice crackled over the speaker. "Come, Batdoggy," she ordered. The Caped Crusader lowered himself onto all fours and crawled through the opening. The wall was at least a foot thick and his muscular back scraped against the stone of the passageway as he went. As his body emerged into the adjoining room Batman saw Jet's powerful legs in front of him. They were placed well apart and she was standing with her hands on her hips her body tensed for the slightest danger. Batman's mind raced. He knew this was the perfect chance to rush his captor but his body still felt weak. He was more than aware Jet had lightning reactions and was ready and waiting for any move by him. If he tried and failed again the chances of her allowing him to regain any strength were virtually nil. Better to wait, he decided. Continue his show of obedience until her guard was completely down. "Good Batdoggy," trilled Jet relaxing slightly. "Now get in the chair." She gestured at a large wooden seat to his side with what looked like a ship's steering wheel affixed to its back. Batman dutifully crawled over and sat himself down. Jet quickly moved behind him and snapped metal restraints attached to the arms over his wrists clicking them closed. Then she moved her hands to his neck and clipped another band from the high back of the chair around his throat. She smiled with satisfaction and moved away. Batman looked around the large, palatial bedroom. It was fitted out with the finest furniture and decorated with expensive wall hangings. An open door to his right revealed a gigantic bathroom with a massive corner bath and gleaming white tiles. Then his eyes alighted on the huge bed in front of him on the far side of the room. It was covered in black satin sheets with the unmistakable form of Robin resting on them on his back with his red tunic lying open. As Batman stared Jet's form came into view sliding herself onto the bed between the Boy Wonder's legs. He heard the young crimefighter catch his breath as Jet started running her tongue up the side of his calf and move it slowly upwards until it was lapping lasciviously against the inside of his thigh. Her hands moved onto his green shorts and pulled them over his growing penis. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," moaned the young crimefighter as she licked the skin between his scrotum and groin. His hips began twitching back and forth and Batman could see him starting to pant with excitement. Jet ran her tongue over his balls and then licked the tip of his now throbbing cock. "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh," he groaned arching his body and pressing his head into the bed. "Ohhh Jet," gasped the young crimefighter as she slipped his shaft into her mouth taking its entire length inside her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh Jet." Batman was unable to pull his eyes away from the scene as Robin's body quivered in sexual reverie with Jet's long dark hair falling on his stomach and her lips wrapped around his young cock. The Caped Crusader felt disgust but also to his horror a strange sense of arousal and even envy at the sight of the beautifully atheltic woman bringing his partner to a climax. Suddenly the Boy Wonder shuddered and Batman could hear Jet sucking on him furiously as his juice poured into her expectant mouth. She took every drop but instead of swallowing let it collect in her cheeks. Then she allowed her plaything's cock to fall from her lips and rose languidly from his spent body. She sauntered over to Batman swaying her body provocatively from side to side and settled herself in his lap without saying a word. Her hands grasped both sides of his head to hold it firm and she tilted her head before pressing her lips against his using her tongue to force them apart. She kissed him passionately - letting Robin's come dribble into Batman's mouth. The Caped Crusader gagged and tried to turn his head away but Jet's grip was unbreakable as she forced more and more of the Boy Wonder's juice into him. She pinched Batman's lips with her teeth as she ended the kiss before grabbing his chin in the palm of her hand and forcing his mouth shut. "Swallow," she hissed. "Swallow." Batman gulped and felt the thick, creamy liquid slide down his throat. It was an act of complete degradation designed to emphasis her complete dominance over the Dynamic Duo - Robin enslaved by her irresistible sexuality and Batman powerless in the face of her effortless supremacy and sadistic cruelty. Jet knew what she'd just done would have further fractured what little ego or self-worth he had left. She tossed her mane of hair back triumphantly as a satisfied smile spread across her face. But there was still one last little game to be played with him before she sent him scuttling back to his cell. Behind her Robin lay sated on the bed oblivious to his one-time partner's predicament as she raised her arms and placed them on the handles of the wheel on the chair. "Robin never fails to rise to the occasion whenever I demand it," she said with a sly grin. "But there's more than one way to produce a hard-on." She twisted the wheel slightly and Batman felt a metal rod touch his spine at the back of his neck. "Do you know what happens when you break a man's neck?" she said gently turning the wheel a fraction more. Batman's head was forced into the wooden back of the chair as his neck was pressed forward. "They get a big, juicy erection," she smiled pouting her lips at him. Her hands moved the garrotte a fraction more and Batman grunted in pain. "Hard enough to ride while their pathetic corpse lies defeated beneath you. That turn you on Batman? It does me." The metal rod sank a little further into his spine and the neck restraint started biting into his throat. Jet pressed her herself into the Caped Crusader's crotch and bit her lip in a mixture of anticipation and seeming sexual desire. "Oh," she breathed in mock surprise. "I think I can feel your little cock getting ready for its big moment already." She leant forward and kissed him tenderly. "One last, magnificent moment for the two of us," she said. "Your erection pressing into my magnificent body as I break your neck in two." Her hands moved again and Batman let out terrific cry. "No!" he bellowed. "No! Stop!" Jet simply smiled sweetly at him her eyes twinkling and moved the wheel some more. Sweat began to pour down Batman's face as he felt his neck distort horribly. It seemed like one more twist of the garrotte would shatter his spinal cord forever. "No!" he roared again and then more softly said: "Please no. Don't. Please." "Why not Batman? Why shouldn't I feel your erection worshipping Jet as the last breath exits your body? It's nothing more than you deserve for what you did to me." "I'm......I'm sorry," he gabbled. "I'm sorry......I shouldn't have. Forgive me. Never again. I promise. I promise." "Of course never again Batman," she said reassuringly. "Because you're mine now aren't you? And if I let you live you're going to make amends for all the mistakes you made in the past aren't you?" Batman nodded as best he could with the metal rod pressing hideously into his spine. Jet sat there watching contentedly feeling a surge of elation wash over her. But then with an evil smile she added: "Or should I go ahead and break your sorry neck and then ride you while the death rattle echoes in your throat? Take my pleasure from you as you breath your last?" "Please no," he almost sobbed. "I'm sorry. So sorry." Jet's hands moved and Batman's body froze in horror. But this time they turned the other way - slowly releasing the pressure on his neck. His body sagged drained from the tension as she lifted herself off him and undid the restraints on his neck and wrists. She pushed him contemptuously from the chair by his head and he fell limply to the ground on all fours. "Time for bed Jet pet," she grinned pointing to the small hatch. Wearily Batman crawled past her and through the tunnel leading to his cell. He could hear her laughter echoing behind him as he disappeared until the metal doors slid back into place blocking out all sound.