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