Electra's Web

Healing Hands



ELECTRA beamed as Robin handed her and Anneka their glasses of wine.

 “You know lover boy – you just get cuter by the day,” she pouted stretching her legs in front of her and watching appreciatively as the Boy Wonder’s eyes once again roved hungrily over her body.

 Anneka grinned conspiratorially and settled her feet on the low table in front of her.

 Robin’s gaze darted momentarily towards her – her youthful body clad in skin-tight black tracksuit trousers and a white halter-neck training top.

 Electra winked at her friend and whispered: “Sex mad little fucker isn’t he?

 “I don’t know where he gets it from.”

 The two women laughed and took great gulps of their wine.

 Lowering her glass Electra clicked her fingers and gestured at Robin.

 “The TV boy,” she commanded. “Let’s see if the specimen is ready yet.”

 The young crimefighter obediently grabbed a remote control and directed it towards the plasma screen on the wall. It blinked into life to show the inside of Batman’s cell.

 He was sitting on the edge of his bed with a slim, dark-haired figure perched by his side dressed in a pristine white nurse’s outfit.

 In front of her was the medical trolley she’d wheeled in just a few minutes earlier – a variety of bowls, swabs, medication and syringes resting on its surface.

 “My, you are a mess,” said the woman consolingly as she slipped her arm around Batman’s shoulder.

 “Lucky Fatima’s here to clean you up isn’t it?”

 She leant forward and dipped a swab into one of the bowls before gently pressing it to Batman’s bruised and bleeding mouth.

 Electra and Anneka grinned delightedly as they watched him wince with pain at the touch of the antiseptic.

 “Uh, uh,” said Fatima gently as he tried to pull away – pressing him closer to her while she dabbed at the blood on his face. “Just sit still baby.”

 She worked away at his face cleaning the blood from his lips, chin and nose while all the while secretly enjoying the sensation of him shuddering with pain.

 “You’ve been very lucky,” she said with a soft, sympathetic voice as she dabbed at his face.

 “I’ve seen Caroline do a lot worse than this. She must have just been playing with you.”

 Playing, thought Batman, barely able to comprehend. That was playing? He groaned completely unable to think straight.

 His entire body was wracked with pain from the seemingly continual beatings and his brain just craved comfort from the ordeal he’d suffered over the past few weeks and months.

 He turned his head to look at Fatima and she gazed at him with caring, doleful eyes.

 “You’re looking better now,” she smiled. “One last thing and everything will be fine.”

 She plucked a syringe from the trolley and held it up to her eyes – squeezing gently to eject a few small drops of the liquid inside.

 “This will make you feel much better.”

 She pressed the needle into his bicep and depressed the plunger. A few seconds later Batman felt a rush of comfort flood through his body as the pain inside him began to subside.

 In another room Electra and Anneka drained their glasses as Fatima wheeled the trolley from Batman’s cell and winked at the CCTV camera in the corner.

 “I do believe he’s ready,” said Electra with a satisfied smirk.

 “It’s your cue Anneka.”

 Her blonde compatriot rose from the seat and stretched herself. Electra clicked her fingers and gestured for Robin to join her on the sofa.

 As Anneka disappeared Electra pressed her lips against the Boy Wonder’s and kissed him passionately while she ran the tips of her fingers along the inside of his thigh.

 “Lick me, lover boy,” she breathed.



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BATMAN’S eyes were glazed and his head lolled against the wall of the cell as Anneka walked in.

 He barely registered her presence as she casually walked over and leant over him.

 “How’s Battyboy?” she said.

 “Mmmmmmmm,” he mumbled her gleaming face shimmering vaguely in front of him.

 She giggled softly to herself as her hands reached behind him and flicked open the catch on the cuffs around his wrists. His arms hung loose by his sides as they fell away.

 Next she curled her fingers over the clasp on his utility belt and snapped it free before sliding it from his waist.

 It dropped on the floor with a clang and Anneka hauled down his trunks to reveal his limp cock.

 Grinning, she cupped her hands under his balls and began to slowly massage them – watching as his cock began to harden under her expert touch.

 “You want to fuck me don’t you Battyboy?” she purred sensuously. “Teach me a real lesson.”

 The words rang around the Caped Crusader’s befuddled brain as though they were coming from somewhere far, far away. He could barely make out what was happening but gasped in wonder as Anneka’s hand moved onto his shaft and began sliding up and down.

 “Tell me Batman,” she whispered. “What do you want to do?”

 Anneka moved her lips close to his so he could feel the breath on his face all the while continuing the stroking on his cock.

 “Tell me what you want Batman,” she breathed softly.

 “I want to fuck you,” he said – automatically repeating her words. “I want to teach you a lesson.”

 “Oh, lovely,” smiled Anneka. “But it’ll be your lesson darling.”