ave no idea," he purred.
Catman marched to about five feet behind Robin' s arched bad coiled
the long, sleek black bullwhip. He admired the naked form of his captive
for a moment. "I have to give you ohing, Boy Wonder," he said, laughing
meanly. "You may be a first-class pain sometimes but you sure have one
beautiful ass." He cracked the whip in the air two times; Robin flinched
with every whipcrack, waiting for the first blow. Finally, Catman threw
out his arm, casting the whip with a sidearm motion so it snaked across
Robin' s bad ed around his chest. Robin jerked and gasped as the
whip cut through his skin and burned like a fiery poker had raked his body.
It hurt worse than anything Robin had ever experienced, even the Pied
Piper' s brass knuckles. The whip snaked across the room again and again,
crisscrossing Robin' s back with ugly red welts that criss-crossed his broad
shoulders and ed around his perfectly defined lats as.
For Catman, this was more than a dream e true, it was the
ultimate realization of his obsession with Batman and Robin. As he expertly
coiled and cracked his whip, carefully guiding it across Robin' s back,
shoulders, thighs, and the beautiful twin globes of his butt, he lost
himself in a trance-like state outside of spad time. He didn' t even
hear it when Robin' s gasps and shrieks turned into full-blown screams. The
Pied Piper, meanwhile, sat tentedly watg the entire ordeal, staring
at Robin' s torted fad relishing every crack of the whip and every
tormented scream.
When Robin had been lashed from head to toe, Catman walked around the
boy' s body and faced him head on. "Now we' ll see what you' re really made
of," he said in a dark, low purr. Robin at this point could barely hold up
his head. He was drenched with sweat, his long black hair matted and
fall