Posted by Ripper X on January 31, 2006 at 21:56:10:
The Boy Wonder sat up and shook the cobwebs from his head; he had looked around the room for a few moments before realizing that he wasn’t tied up anymore; he wasn’t naked any longer either, someone had dressed him in a cloth Robin costume. The uniform wasn’t armored, being the kind that was purchased online, but at least it was clothes.
Robin rubbed his stiff cock, the metal and leather chastity device was still in place under his little shorts. The apparatus curved downward, painfully subduing his flustered erection. He groaned and touched his head, Ivy’s pheromones were still buzzing through his brain, making him ache for relief but unable to do anything about it. He peeked under his little cotton briefs and looked at his balls, they didn’t hurt, but he saw a bit of cotton where she had injected him. He didn’t know how long he’d been out, or what time of day it was, but he prayed that Batgirl was on her way to rescue him.
Looking around the room, there was just a bed and a little tray on a stand with a couple of sandwiches on a plate. He was starving! He sniffed the food instinctively, but felt that she wouldn’t be going to all of this trouble just to kill him with poison. It smelled okay, some kind of vegetable stuff and bleu cheese. He hoped that it wasn’t too late to save Mandy. They hadn’t said anything about her, and it’s so hard to focus when Ivy was around.
His belly full, he checked the door, but it was, of course, locked. All he could do was sit and wait while pondering his fate until he fell back to sleep, which was how Ivy found him.
"Wakey, wakey." She prodded, "It’s time for your examination, and then, if you’re good, a bath. We want you to be a clean boy when the guests come to enjoy you."
Ivy was dressed in a white nurse’s outfit. Her shirt was buttoned only half-way up, and her large breasts looked as if the only thing that kept them from bursting out was a lacy black bra that drove Robin crazy! Her white, thigh-high panty hose along with the shortest white miniskirt that Robin had ever seen didn’t help matters either. His cock fought against his chastity device, but to no avail, her pheromones were melted any resistance that he could muster, and he found himself incapable of refusing her. She simply had to put a collar and a leash around his neck, and was able to lead him down the hall to a sterile white exam room, where she put a hospital gown on the exam table and ordered him to take off his cloths and put it on.
He had already done what she had ordered before really rationalizing what he was doing. His head seemed to clear when she wasn’t around, however his lucidity didn’t last long as Ivy returned with Nightshade in tow within a few minutes, and his head once again clouded. . . .
"First thing first, Boy Wonder." Ivy said, getting the key from her assistant and unlocking his chastity device. She swatted his hand when he absent-mindedly began rubbing himself, "Ah, ah, ah." She sung, "We’ll have none of that, you dirty boy. Nurse Nightshade, could you be a dear and keep our little patient from being so touchy feely?"
"Of course, Nurse Isley." Shade told her. She was dressed similar to Poison Ivy, except that her nurse’s outfit was made of black leather. She pulled a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and latched them into place behind Robin’s back.
Ivy’s control was far from complete, however. She hadn’t yet been able to dull his sense of self-preservation; almost immediately his head cleared up, once he realized that he was in trouble after catching a glimpse of what Poison Ivy was doing. She had a large doctor’s bag, and was organizing shiny and terrifying tools on a sterile white cloth.
"Wait," he said, feeling Nightshade prompting him to lay belly down on the exam table. He complied, hoping that it would encourage leniency, "I’m clean. I’ve never even slept with a girl before, I swear I haven’t."
"He is kinda girly." Nightshade commented, pulling up his gown, revealing his inviting little bottom, "I bet you that he’s a little faggot boy. Ain’t that right faggot boy? Does Batman stuff this butt of yours with his giant Bat-cock?"
"Hmmm?" Ivy mumbled intently, bending down and taking a good look at his puckered little rectum, "It looks nice and tight from here . . . maybe the kid is telling the truth?
"Well, only one way to find out," Pam said, and Robin felt the ice cold touch of something metal lightly probing his bottom.
"Wait," he hollered, starting to buck, "Stop!"
"Now, don’t move Robin." Ivy quietly uttered, focusing most of her attention on slowly easing the three pronged speculum into him, "After all, we don’t want to rip anything . . . at least not yet."
Robin clenched his eyes shut as his bottom was invaded, "It’s too big!" He shouted through gritted his teeth, "Please, It’s too big!"
"Relax," she told him, her hand resting on his trembling ass cheek, "We’re almost there . . . Damn this is tight! There isn’t any way that he’s had sex back here before."
Robin heard a pop coming from inside of him, and he started squealing and kicking his legs.
"Nurse Night." Ivy said purposefully, motioning for her to grab his kicking legs before he hurt himself, "If you keep fighting me, it’s only going to make the job more difficult."
Robin tried, he really did. Nightshade strapped his legs to the table, but he still couldn’t relax enough. He felt as if he were being impelled! Finally, once the pressure ebbed, she waited to hear the sigh of relief from the boy before taking the opportunity to drive the large anal speculum all the way home while he was relaxed.
"Okay." She said over the boy’s yelping, "It’s in. Wow! It’s never been THAT hard before."
Ivy wiped her brow, and told the sobbing boy to relax.
"Are you going to take it out now?" He cried, "Please. Please take it out. It hurts."
"Take it out?" Isley said in total shock, "After all of that work? Surely you jest!"
With that, she squeezed the handle, the three prongs pulled apart spreading Robin’s tight virgin pucker impossibly wide. A primal wail escaped his lips that sounded more animal then human. In all of his life, The Boy Wonder had never felt pain as intense as he did at that moment.
"I’m afraid that I have to get going now." Nightshade laughed, "My daddy is expecting me to come and fetch my prize from him. Now you’d better be a good boy for Nurse Isley, and do everything that she tells you too, or I’ll make you really sorry!
"I’ll see you tonight at my party." She said quietly to Pam, pecking her on the cheek. "I love my new toy."
"I’m glad," Ivy told her.
"Just wait until she gets to the vibrating sounds." She whispered into his ear, "You thought that that little speculum felt good . . . oh boy!"
Nightshade bounced down the hall to the music of her new Birthday present screaming in hideous pain. She wished that she could had stayed around and enjoyed it for a little while longer, but she had to go get changed. Besides, she’ll have lots of opportunities to hurt him herself really, really soon.
"It’s okay." Ivy said soothingly, holding him tight and stroking his hair while he cried, "The exam is all done. It’s all over . . . shhhhhhhh."
Robin’s body stung from the violation, but Ivy’s hands felt loving and warm. ‘It’s over’, he told himself, trying to stop the tears. Ivy smelled so good, and her touch soothed this nakedness. He heard her ask if he was ready for his bath. He felt so dirty, and the warm water would feel so good he thought as he nodded his head.
Soon he sat in a big steal tub while Ivy washed his arms, and chest with a soft soapy sponge. She let him relax in the hot water until he forgave her for hurting him so much. The heat worked wonders against his tired muscles and removed the soreness of the parts of him that she violated. She had added a special salt to the water that helped heal him. She allowed herself a moment to relax as well, relieved that all of the tests that she had done turned up negative. These superhero types live risky lives. Sexually he was a virgin, however with all of the fighting he does, his chances of contacting infected blood was extremely high. She’d never forgive herself if she infected her lovely little Nightshade with something she couldn’t cure. What kind of a birthday present would that be? Now, however, she possessed the peace of mind to let her have her way with him . . . though, there was still one more thing that she could fix to make Robin an even better lover for her . . . but that could wait.
"Do you feel better?" She asked her young and freshly submissive captive, he nodded his head, and she had him stand up while she washed his long sexy legs and bottom. The boy was already horny, my how quickly the young can bounce back. Of course she knew that his submissiveness was completely temporary. His will was too strong to become a truly obedient slave, but, she mused, that was what made him so much fun for her . . . the challenge. It wasn’t something that she got to enjoy every day.
"You know, Robin." She told him as she carefully and slowly washed his throbbing cock. His eyes were shut and his head was tilted back, he was enjoying this with each fiber of his being, "You’ve been a very good boy today, and this is how good boys are rewarded when they please me. You do want to please me, don’t you Robin?"
"Yes." He moaned, he was trying to make himself cum . . . she couldn’t be having any of that! So she stopped, telling him to rinse. She knew that he’d be playing with himself while he was rinsing his soapy body, but it couldn’t be helped. She luckily stopped him before he could finish. He looked so pitiful to her, as she had him stand up again, swatting his naughty hands away from his tingly young manhood.
"Such disrespect." she scolded him, wrapping a bondage belt around his waist, "You will only cum when you are told too."
"Please, Ivy . . ." he moaned, as she handcuffed his grabby little hands to his sides and attached the short chains to the belt.
"That’s another thing," She said, giving his cock a good swatting, "Where do you get off using my name? From now on you shall refer to Nightshade and me as Mistress."
"Yes," he said, jumping from the sharp sting.
She did it again, and earned a hiss from him. "What was that?
"Yes." He whined, "Yes, mistress."
"Good boy." She told him, "Now, relax."
Robin held his breath as Ivy pushed a small plug into his bottom, a single tear running down his cheek. It wasn’t like the speculum; it didn’t stretch him to the point where he felt that it would tear him in half. He wasn’t crying from pain. It was something much, much worse . . . he liked it. She was right about him all this time. Deep down, Robin was nothing but a filthy little slut boy who was only good for one thing, and that was for fucking. The plug teasing his ass was proof. It hurt, it hurt bad, but . . . but he liked it.
Soon, Ivy had his chastity device locked into its place as well, and was leading him to his new cell. It took him about 15 minutes before his head cleared enough. He looked beyond his bars and seen the reason why he was here, strapped to a flogging post. Still dressed in her cheerleading uniform was the prettiest girl in school, Mandy Quinzel. She looked so beautiful and helpless, he thought, her perfect tan legs contrasting against the stark white pleated cheerleading skirt. Her toned, thin belly exposed to whatever malice their cruel mistress decided to inflict upon her. Her long strong arms reaching high above her head, held there by soft belts. Two more soft belts held her ankles in place so that she couldn’t move. A blindfold covered her beautiful eyes and her soft delicate lips moaned. There was no telling how long that she had been left to hang like that. He wanted to kiss her, to pull her little body against his and . . . stop that! He told himself. It’s just Poison Ivy’s toxin clouding your mind. You’re Robin . . . ROBIN! He told himself. You’re better then this.
"Mandy Quinzel." He said softly, there was no telling where Ivy was, or when she’d be back. "Mandy."
"Who-who’s there?" came a tiny voice from her mouth.
"Mandy," he whispered, "It’s me, The Boy Wonder. I got your message and I’m here to rescue you."
"Robin?" she said, hope returning to her voice, "You’re Robin, and you’re here to save me? Oh, thank god! Please, please untie me . . . this hurts. This hurts so badly."
"Hang in there," he whispered, "I’m locked in a cell. Once I figure my way out of here I’ll free you and we’ll both run away from this evil place."
"Do you promise?" she whimpered, "Please promise me, Robin. Promise you’ll take me away with you . . . say it."
"I promise," he said, looking around for some way to take these hipcuffs off, but he knew that it was useless. He wished that he knew how long he had been here; it felt like weeks but it couldn’t had been . . . where was Batgirl? Did she give up?
"I’m scared Robin." She whimpered, "They’ve done such terrible things to me."
"I know, Mandy," he said, trying to comfort her, "but hang in there."
"What do you think that they are going to do with us?" she asked, her little body trembling.
"Shhhhh" he said, hearing high heels clicking on the floor outside, "Somebody’s coming. Be brave, Mandy. Be brave."
"Why hello my little lovely," Ivy said, walking up to the bound cheerleader, her hungry eyes admiring the cheerleader’s lithe muscular frame, "Can you guess what I was doing?"
"Please Mistress." The girl moaned, "Please put me back in my cage . . . my arms are really, really tired."
"Isn’t she just the cutest little thing that you’ve ever seen, Boy Wonder?" she asked, touching the girls strong little belly, exciting more moans from the girl.
"Leave her alone you vixen!" Robin yelled at her.
"Is that anyway to speak to your mistress?" Ivy asked, pulling a little remote from her pocket and aiming it at him. Suddenly the plug inside of his rectum jumped to life, the initial shock instantly dropping the Boy Wonder to his knees.
"I’ll be dealing with you soon enough," She growled, returning her gaze at her female captive, "but right now, this show is all about you, sweetie."
"You’re . . . you’re not going to hurt me are you?"
"I’m afraid so." Ivy said, getting on her knees and licking the cheerleaders quivering bellybutton, "You see, it’s time for me to update my snuff webpage, and hundreds of men have paid me lots and lots of money to see such a pretty little morsel like you writhe in agony."
"Please, mistress." Mandy moaned, "Please don’t . . . I’ll, I’ll be a good girl. I’ll let you do whatever you want, but please don’t . . . "
"Mmm," Ivy cooed, enjoying the young girl’s stomach, "I’m going to stab you right here you know." Ivy said, sticking her in her tender belly button with her fingernail. "And it’s going to hurt, terribly." She whispered as the pretty little blond whimpered and cried.
"You’ve worked so hard on this body, haven’t you Mandy?" Ivy said, "Exercising, and tanning, and eating the right foods. Mmmmmm, you take such good care of your skin, keeping it soft and supple. How sad you must be to know that I’m going to take it all away; to know that I’m going to slice through all of your beauty and dedication. If it’s any consolation, I’m going to enjoy it. I’m going to enjoy your screams. I’m going to enjoy the sound that your organs make when they hit the floor."
"Please mistress." Mandy cried, "I don’t want to die . . . please."
"I’m afraid that I can’t help you." She said, getting up and turning off Robin’s vibrating butt plug, "I’ve got to go fetch my webcams, and my tools. Now, don’t you go wandering off."
Robin regained his composure. He had heard every word and was struggling with every ounce of strength that he had to escape; he had run out of time. It couldn’t end this way, it simply couldn’t!
"Robin." The girl pleaded, "She’s going to kill me. What am I going to do? Oh Robin . . . you promised that you were going to save me, and she’s going to come back and kill me. It’s going to hurt, Robin, it’s going to hurt so badly! DON’T LET HER KILL ME!"