The Fall

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: THE BIG DAY - PART ONE THE POLICE car arrived bang on 4 o'clock to ferry Robin to the hotel. Jet had spent most of the day fondling, squeezing and teasing him until he was in a state of such sexual agitation he was almost crying with frustration. She gave him a long succulent kiss at the door and then pushed his body towards the waiting officers. As they sped off with theeir blue lights flashing a convoy of eight more cars passed them on the drive heading towards the house. Jet nodded her appreciation and turned to fetch Batman. He was standing in his cell waiting having shed his come-stained costume and changed into the pristine new Batsuit Jet had handed him. It was one she tailored especially for the day - identical in every way to all the others except where the Bat symbol would usually be over his wide chest there was now a picture of her grinning features. She looked him up and down admiringly and then let her eyes linger on his groin. "My, you look good enough to eat Batman," she purred flicking her gaze onto his. "But we haven't time right now. Maybe later." Her voice suddenly took on a harsher tone as she said: "Remember Batman, you're to be on your best behaviour. There are armed police all over the house who would shoot you in an instant if I give Commissioner Ferris the word." She stepped aside and gestured for him to walk through the door. As he passed her by she patted him contemptuously on the rear and giggled. Two officers with machine guns slung over their shoulders greeted him as he entered the hallway. They nodded respectfully at the legendary crimefighter and then led him downstairs with Jet following gleefully behind. Batman's shoulders visibly drooped as they went. He hadn't been sure about Jet's claim to have ensnared Commissioner Ferris. Another of her mental tricks, perhaps? But the sight of the two armed officers had convinced him. There was no way they'd be there without sanction from the highest authority. As they reached the foot of the stairs his fears were confirmed. A posse of police were lined up in a guard of honour for them. In-between the two lines was Commissioner Ferris dressed in a sharp Hugo Boss suit. Jet stepped in front of Batman and held out her hand which the Commissoner took affectionately and kissed. "A very impressive display Commissioner," she said admiringly. "My pleasure. We are, after all, here to serve." "And you do it very well," she smiled. The party walked to the door where the Batmobile was ready and waiting for them. It was flanked by four police vehicles in front and four behind. Jet turned to Batman and simply said: "Chauffeur." A minute later they were under way - Batman gliding the car down the drive sandwiched between the police convoy. As they exited the gates there was the roar of motorcycle engines and two outriders drew alongside them with lights flashing to complete the convoy. Batman gripped the wheel tightly his brain in turmoil as he tried to think of a plan. Jet seemed to have scripted everything to perfection. Even his fake show of obedience had failed to throw her off her guard. Now it seemed it was not only her but the entire police force he was up against. He felt a hand touch his thigh and fingers close around it as he stared grimly at the road ahead. "Oh Batman," said Jet happily squeezing his leg. "Isn't this wonderful? "You driving me to hear Robin pledge his very being to me with my own personal bodyguard of our finest police officers watching over my safety. What more could a girl want?" She started stroking his crotch with her fingers gently teasing his cock again as she looked over at one of the police motorcyclist alongside them. "Mmmmmmm, nice thighs," she said dreamily - grinning as the Caped Crusader's eyes flicked over at her. "Not yours Batman," she giggled dismissively. "That sweet little policeman over there. I might get Commissioner Ferris to have him stripped and sent to my room for a little evening's entertainment once the festivities are over." She leaned back in the seat stretching her body and purring elatedly at Batman's silent anger as he fumed impotently in the driver's seat with her hand brushing against his shaft. She knew her hunch had been right - he was still not broken. Despite being less than an inch away from death on the garrotte he still retained some of his stupid male defiance. Yet even he must be feeling increasingly helpless as she pulled her net tightly around him - teasing him mercilessly while the might of the city's police force watched over her protectively. She shivered with delight just imagining what that must be doing to him. Jet let her fingers rove onto Batman's utility belt. She glanced over to him and saw him flinch as she flicked open the clasp. "Just passing the time," she said idly as her hand slipped inside his trunks. She looked over at the motorcycle cop expertly keeping pace with the Batmobile and blew him a kiss as he looked over. She kept her eyes fixed on him as she curled her fingers around Batman's manhood feeling him tense as she did so. "God, that policeman's getting me horny," she sighed. "I might just have to take him before the party starts. What do you think Batman?" The Caped Crusader made no reply. Jet was now massaging his erect shaft in her expert way her hand sliding up and down with increasing pace while Batman tried to keep concentrating on the road. "Ohhhhhh," she murmured. "I bet he'd just love to get down on his knees and beg for Jet to take his big juicy cock for a ride." She paused for a second and then added: "Perhaps I'll let you watch Batman. I know you like that sort of thing." Her mocking laughter coincided with the Caped Crusader's hips pushing into the seat as hot come spurted from him into her hand. She threw her head back over the headrest shrieking hysterically as she pulled her hand from his shorts. "Oh Batman," she cried. "You really are a little sex puppet aren't you?" She wiped her hand derisively on his thigh spreading the glistening come over his costume. "Don't forget to clean yourself up when we get to the hotel," she sneered. "Otherwise people will think just being in the car with me is enough to make you cream yourself." Batman gripped the wheel even tighter shaking with anger as the car turned a final corner and pulled up outside the Hilton to be met by an excited gaggle of photographers and on-lookers.