"Oh, Robin," Catwoman purred, "isn't it lovely having a chance to meet face to face with one another yet again?" She shifted on her cotton seat, took a file to her long, marvelous claws and smiled.
Robin glared at her through his mask, grunting as he fought against the henchmen tightly grasping him by his skimpy arms. He whipped around with squirmy legs and puffing chest. He grumbled at her under his breath.
She cooed, very teasingly, "Don't bother, Robin." She put the file down and tilted her head. "You wouldn't know how to get out of here even if you did get loose."
He clenched his fists, trying to break free from the tight hold, exerting so much effort he could already feel sweat beating down his neck. He was breathing too heavily and the rush was clouding his brain, and he was convinced he could still battle it out. He pushed even more until he cracked, blurting, "Just you wait, Catwoman! Batman will be here in a minute and you'll be sorry!"
She tsked. "He'll have to come a long way." From the corner of her eye, she watched Robin struggle and writhe persistently. She grinned and enjoyed it; he was just hopelessly beating himself up trying to free himself, and the foolishness was a bit funny.
"We know what you're up to!"
She had an intrigued smile. She turned her head up to look at him. "Is that so?" She excitedly bounced closer in her seat, her eyes on him, leaning forward with hands on her knees. "Tell me more," she cooed.
"You want to steal Mark Andrews' collection." He was still loud, and still consistently and stubbornly wiggling around in the henchmen's grasps. "Well, it just won't work; the place is surrounded by police."
She smiled so tightly her dimples were apparent. "Thanks for that information. But that doesn't change my plans one bit."
He began to kick outwards roughly, though it didn't change the fact that the henchmen still had a solid, secure hold that made it hopeless to writhe around. he was only wasting his energy, as well as putting on a show for Catwoman by looking like an idiotic fool. He grunted.
"Silly boy," she cooed. "You're not going anywhere."
Robin blurted furiously, "You think you're strong now, Catwoman. But when Batman arrives, I'll be free and you'll be in deep trouble!"
She chuckled and breathed deeply to keep herself together, enjoying it a bit too much. "Sorry, silly boy, but Batman won't be joining us." After his immediate demand of why, she continued, "He's caught up in a bit of a catastrophe... Who knows what could be happening at this moment." She grinned with satisfaction.
He was now flailing his arms and soon his entire body, desperate for escape. He exerted everything he had, until his chest felt ready to burst, however it still wasn't enough. He insulted her with, "You are not a nice person!"
She stood and approached him. She tauntingly ran a finger down his chin and smiled down at him. "Oh naive boy, you're right. I'm not nice." She brought up a spray bottle and spritzed water straight in his face unexpectedly.
"Uhh!" he moaned. He jerked his head back at the surprise of the chilling drops running down his eyes and cheeksss. He took a second to collect himself before he yelled, "What was that for?"
She smiled at him. She abruptly spritzed him again and chuckled.
He gasped and wiggled around. After the excitement he had a moment to rest and pant for his breath. He put his head up and glared at Catwoman; she'd gotten him going now.
"Oh, my lovely, don't be so frantic." She placed the bottle down and stroked his chin again. She stood atnd glanced to her henchmen. "Leo, Felix,let him be. Go off, get lost."
At that moment the henchmen removed the boy from their grasp and left sight as she'd insisted of them. That left a relieved but jumpy Robin and Catwoman face to face. The tension was heavily in the air.
Robin was prepared for a bit, and within the blink of an eye was maling an unexpected sprint to the doordoor. However within a simple few steps, he foundb himself being embraced and restrained tightly by Catwoman. He wrapped his free hands around her arms and tried to dig his nails into her through his gloves. "Catwoman!" he gasped with surprise.
"Ha," she said with a broad smile, "I am in control now. Don't even try defying me." She dragged a claw along his neck, making him shudder in sheer discomfort. She creepily chuckled like a maniac - but that was understandable, she was in control and who wouldn't love that?
Robin whimpered, "Please, Catwoman. Have mercy." He now recognized the severity of the situation, how much he was being dominated and how little hope he had to fight back or to even think of it without putting himself in trouble. He was in her captivity, and there was a good chance he'd fail to see tomorrow if he tried anything drastic to upset her. Since he had no way to defend himself the only other option would be to beg for mercy and consideration.
She wouldn't let even a bit of slack. She inquired, "Now why would I do that, my lovely?"
He sighed. She had a good point. Why didn't he consider that before? There was no reason she would show mercy or even think of it. She was cruel and a dominating devil. He curled a bit, wriggling his hips and torso with his head whipping around. It was all he could do at this point.
"Throw your little tantrum. It doesn't bother me any. It's actually quite entertaining."
He was now yelling, partially incoherent due to his bursting anger, and wriggling around in her clutches. He had a bit of faith, screaming, "Let me go, please! You're hurting me!" He dug hsn nails deeper, almost ripping the fingers of his gloves. He struggled and tried to pull her clenching arms maybe just a bit looser, as they were squeezing his ribs and strangling him by his diaphragm. One of her fists was pressing his gut with anguishing aches. The pains and all the shouting and the writhing tired him out very quickly, fatiguing him suddenly. He lowered his head and sobbed for a second, and his hands along with his whole body began slowing down. You coild tell he was pushing extra hard to continue defying, as he sluggishly bobbed around in her arms.
She purred, "I see you're growing a bit weak, my lovely. Hum?"
He panted, with a bit of drool dribbling down his chin. He turned his head a notch to look at her over his shoulder. "Please Catwoman, please. You have to show some mercy." His tone was much quieter and calmer, and more pleading.
Catwoman thought for a moment. She kindly replied, "Well, since you have such a polite tone for me, I guess I could be a bit generous." She cut a little slack and let her grip go looser, giving him relief from the pressure to his internal organs. She, however, couldn't let him off that simply, so she ran a claw along his sensitive lips and down to his neck and waited for him t
o tremble with hell. "Is that better, my lovely?"
Robin was now sighing heavily in relief and gratitude that so much aching was lifted from him.
She shot, quite rudely, "I asked you a question." She was implying he speak, and because she was in control she expected him to respond to her. Immediate response, especially.
"Yes, Catwoman. Thank you."
She smiled. "Purrfect..." Actually, she'd found herself a tad exhausted from tolerating him and simply let go of him.
Now that he was free, he sighed in great relief. Surprisingly, he didn't care about being free; he only cared about how much pressure was lifted and how liberated he'd been. He didn't desire to go through the struggle ever again, so he said, "I'm sorry, Catwoman. I don't know what's gotten into me." He believed that was what she wanted to hear. Probably so.
"Yes, my lovely. It's okay." She ran her claws along his neck.
He shuddered at the grazing sensation, reaching up to rub the reddened, burning slightly numb spot on his neck. He gasped a while. He kept a calm and quiet voice but still demanded, "What was that for?"
"Don't question my actions. Just continue to submit to control and it will be purrfect."
"Perfect for you," he spat.
"Yes, you're right, my lovely." She had a raised eyebrow.
Abruptly, in hopes to stun her, he raced to grasp a chair and raise it above his head before stumbling over to the window, with plans to escape somehow. However she wasn't easily fooled; she must've been expecting it from him. She embraced him tightly to toss him to the other side of the room, and let the chair fly from his grip and to the side. "You are being misbehaved, my lovely."
Robin began panting the second he hit the ground, chest down. He tried supporting himself on his forearms, weak. He grunted.
She scolded him with a rude tone. And just a moment later, he heard the sound of a whip split, following the torturous aching as the whip slammed across his clothed bottom. The stinging seemed to whisk right through to his deepest layer of skin, immediatelyspreading like fire across his entire bottom. He wasn't sure how long the pain would last, since it only seemed to grow worse by the second. He sobbed, his tears flowing to his mask, and felt more flustered than ever. He cried out, "Catwoman!"
She cooed, "It is nice to see you beg, but... I do feel sympathy."
Robin wwhimpered, slightly curious beyond his pain as to what she meant.
"I can end this punishment. I think you have recognized your place, my lovely?"
"No!" he loyally and proudly shrilled. "I will not give in to your games!"
"Very well, then. I guess I was wrong." She freely cracked the whip again, now on his tight-lined thighs as he was crouched and trembling. She smiled, knowing this time had been many times more agonizing and terrifying for him, the pain undoubtedly racing through the nerves of his legs and making his heart crack a little. Surely this would be it.
He wailed her name with pleads. He dropped to the floor completely, losing his breath.
"Is my birdie ready to behave himself?" she badgered.
"Yes! Yes!" he groaned with intermittent gasps and sobs. "I am sorry for trouble I've caused you and I don't intend to do it again."
She chuckled. "Rather good, my lovely." She was a bit hesitant to stash the whip away, however allowed herself to knowing the fact that the boy was a schmoozing suck-up who always did what he was told - according to wh at she'd witnessed between the twerp and Batman, that is. "Now that you've decided to behave yourself, I have you a little reward."
He popped his head up. He tsked, "Some kind of trick, I assume?"
"I wouldn't call it a trick," she said, heading his way to bend down and stroke his chin. "I just assume you'd like a spot to relax a bit. It has been a long s ay after all."
Robin forced himself to stand, however was too clumsy to stand without support from a wall. Either fatigue or plain exhaustion.
She insisted heproceed to a room, and - of course - he did as told. He found himself in a small room, potentially around 6x5, taht consisted of a simple padded bed - which appeared rather comfortable for being offered by a villain, and some simple counterspace. And obviously, as strangely expected, there were at least three cats roaming about.
He anxiously gulped.
She firmly forced him in with nudges to the back and demands he go in.
He trampled onto the bed, and just let himself sink in and mutter. A moment later, he helt velvet fingers run along his neck joined by soft and strangely soothing drapes of claws on the surfaec of his skin. And from that point, he realized he wasn't just a victim but a client of pampering, because Catwoman had seemed to give the best of all neck massages he could ever know of.
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