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Thread: The Caged Bird (vertigis + Vandesdelca)

The laugh started low in his chest, a deep and resonant basso sound. Oh, I know. Our training is not so dissimilar, I should think. You might well break long before you give me any information that would be useful to me, he said. He knelt then, drawing close until his two-tone face, expressionless and blank, was all she could see. ... but that's fine. Why would I go through all the trouble of breaking you to find out where your master is? He'll try and find me. Or more specifically... you, he said. His touch was almost gentle as he pulled the ruined vest off either slender shoulder, using a quick flick of the blade to cut across the sleeves of the shirt, tugging the ruined garment away to deposit it on the ground. He was less gentle when he ripped off her bra, getting a hold of the middle to drop it with the shirt. It was a message, strong and clear -- that she had been taken. Ah... and this works equally well if I have to gut you here and now. I recommend compliance. Things will go... easier for you that way, he said as he dragged the tips of his fingers along her creamy white stomach, stopping just as the rough pads of his gloves touched the underside of her soft breasts. And with no more preamble than that, he pressed down hard and shocked her into unconsciousness. Hours were going to pass before she'd wake up -- a small pinprick on her arm and a hazy, muddy feeling in her head were likely good enough indicators that she had been drugged after she had been electrocuted into submission. Her arms had been bound above her head, mostly held off the ground -- her toes could touch the hard, cool surface beneath her, but it wasn't enough to give her any sort of leverage, just to take the pressure off of her shoulders a little bit. She couldn't have been hanging there long judging by what soreness there already was in her shoulders, but that was a secondary consideration to the fact that she was naked, utterly exposed. She'd been cleaned up after the fight, shaved and washed. The room around her was mostly lost in darkness -- not helped by the fact that all of the walls were simply black. She might be able to see, however, that there was a little flickering light not so far away in front of her -- there were two more, equidistant to her left and her right. Camera lights, the black lenses recording her from a few angles as she dangled prettily before them.
Thread: The Caged Bird (vertigis + Vandesdelca)

Carrie tried to clamp down on the thick dark mass of fear that was rapidly gathering in her chest but could feel the cold tendrils working their way down her back and into her stomach. Making herself return Deathstrokes cold level stare, she gazed into his blank featureless mask, eyes narrowed as he began to calmly explain he wasnt worried about what she knew or how to get it from her. She would simply be the bait that would draw her mentor out of hiding. No. Stop it she hissed as his hands pulled back her bright red vest, slicing the green leather sleeves and discarding it onto the floor, yellow cape going with it, almost everything that identified her as a hero and disciple of the Bat rather than just some poor helpless girl caught in some maniacs clutches. stop she repeated more softly, humiliated tears beginning to roll down her cheeks as his fingers dipped beneath the front of her bra. A single rough tug was enough to snap the band, exposing her firm full breasts, soft and white beneath the dim lighting. The frightened heaving of her chest made them look all the more prominent while she shook her head at his words, warning her to be complaint. I wont you cant Her voice suddenly quite small as a shudder went up her back with the slow caress of his gloved fingers up her flat stomach, terrified that his other hand was going to shift to the latch of his belt, imagining herself being taken forcibly here, in this room, helpless to stop to him. please hating herself for saying the word, for pleading with her enemy as his fingers wrapped around her right breast, filling his hand nicely, before it suddenly pressed flat against her chest. And shrieking electric pain was all she felt before blackness fell. When Carrie next awoke, she blinked her eyes groggily, chains rattling above her head as she shifted around in bleary confusion, trying to remember what had happened. It came back slowly -- the ambush, the man in the black and orange mask, her humiliating defeat, being stripped of her uniform. Glancing down she found the rest of clothing had been taken, her young athletic body looking small and feminine as she was stretched to her tiptoes, breasts exposed along with the soft curve of her firm behind, and of course the small pink mound between her legs, which has been carefully shaved she noted with a hot blush. This cant be happening, this cant be happening, this cant be happening! she told herself, before the thought of Batman returned, knowing hed come for her eventually. That was what the man wanted though. That was what hed be ready for. H-h-helllo? she whispered, voice echoing in the dark empty room, glancing between the camera lights as she squinted. What what do you want? I I was lying theres no no Batman just me. Please cant we talk or? Carrie struggled with her emotions, the fun and excitement of being Robin suddenly turning darkly real, wanting nothing more than simply be allowed to leave this place. is anyone there?
Thread: The Caged Bird (vertigis + Vandesdelca)

You are a poor liar. I would have hoped the old man would have taught you better than that. A door across the room had opened with a pneumatic hiss, admitting the man in his full dark suit. His arms were folded neatly behind his back, his stride slow and purposeful until he came to a stop just beside one of those blinking lights. He settled a hand on top of the plastic casing of the camera, giving it a slow once-over as he continued to speak. Of course Batman -- Bruce Wayne -- is alive. Neither you nor the young men he enlisted during Gotham's blackout would still be doing what you are doing without him. At least, not with the names you currently bear. 'Robin'. There is never a Robin without a Batman. You should know that, he said. He's done a good job of hiding his survival. At least for the most part, he said with a careless shrug. But if you are right, and I am mistaken... well, that merely means that no one will be coming to save you from our... fun , yes? he asked. He reached up to undo the clasp on his helmet, and drew it off a moment later. He was a good-looking man , a student of the 'tall, dark, and handsome' school. His eyes were dark, the brown skin of his jaw dusted with black scruff. His age was hard to determine, but he had to have at least been in his thirties. My aims are simple, and I am sure you have guessed them by now. Batman will break or die by my hand, pure and simple. No harm in telling you as much, he said as he rolled his neck. He began to undo the straps across his armor, hidden buckles and snaps. It came off piece by piece, kevlar, highly technological fibers, and various types of plating coming off in equal shares. He was scarred. Flesh that had been burnt and healed long ago twisted into ugly patterns around his right shoulder -- the arm was gone, replaced with some sort of cybernetic replacement. A high-end model, coated in carbon polymers and sleek black metal. When he took off his pants, there was a similar prosthesis that replaced his left leg. There was no ugly scarring, just a thin line where flesh met steel. Perhaps it had been neatly cut off. He was nude, lined heavily with lean muscle, and as he looked her up and down... well, he was quick to react. He was thick but also not lacking in length, perhaps around nine or ten inches. He grinned at her, flashing white teeth. I will fill in a few other blanks for you, shall I? These cameras... are going to put together a very nice video. Perhaps it will eventually get back to your old man. Perhaps not. Either way, I assure you -- we shall have fun making it, he said. He settled down to pick up a slender black bag, tucking it under one arm as he approached her -- not from the front but from the side, avoiding any kick she might intend for him.
Thread: The Caged Bird (vertigis + Vandesdelca)

Carrie froze in her chains as her captor emerged from a hidden doorway, toes still stretching to touch the floor and relieve some of the mounting pressure in her shoulders. He spoke with an upsetting calmness in his voice, immediately tossing aside her clumsy lie as unlikely at best. If there was no Batman, it was true that she likely would have give up the fight herself or at least take on a different name than Robin. She was proud of being taken in as his prize student, and allowed to follow in the footsteps of his other protgs, but there was also little doubt what it meant. A student was useless without a mentor, a sidekick pointless without a hero. There was no need for a Robin if there was no Batman. Slowly the man began to peel away the layers of his dark suit and she was forced to watch him do so. In another context she might have found the man beneath it handsome with his strong features and athletic muscular frame. Before his hair had turned gray and age began set in, she didnt doubt Batman himself had had a very similar build, and the man looked as though hed trained a lifetime to achieve it. Her bright green eyes settled for a moment on the neat lines where skin turned to metal, suggesting hed made at least a few lasting mistakes in his life or otherwise been in a disfiguring accident. It also explained the strength of some of his blows and why shed felt the wind knocked out of her whenever he connected. The curiosity on her face turned to embarrassment as he slipped his pants off last, a dark pink blush flooding over her cheeks as she saw his thick manhood instantly throbbing to life, another weapon in its own right given its impressive length. Her heart felt as though it was clawing its away out of her throat as he approached at an angle, anticipating her hope of placing a good solid kick between his legs. Wait she said as he drew nearer, speaking of the nice video they were about to start shooting, the fear beginning to tear at her insides. This could not be happening! if if there is a Batman and and you hurt me or or anything else hell make you regret it. Hell hell make you wish you were dead! The words echoed through the room hollowly, sounding every bit as terrified as she felt. They both knew if the Bat was to come it would not be today. Or even tomorrow. He would have to find them first. And until then Carrie would be alone, with him, to do whatever he pleased
Thread: The Caged Bird (vertigis + Vandesdelca)

The chuckle started low in his chest, bubbling up and outward into a laugh that resonated off of the far walls. I certainly hope he'll try. Batman has a particular way of operating. Of deductive reasoning following by stalking, instilling fear in his prey. When you take away the fear, the myth of the Bat... you are only left with a man. A clever, well-trained, well-armed, and very determined man. Of course, he said as he stopped, beginning to rifle through the bag. ... I am also clever, well-trained, well-armed, and I assure you, quite determined. Still in my prime. And your mentor who may or may not exist, he said, quirking a smile her way before his attention diverted to a small jar, freshly retrieved from that bag. ... passed his some twenty or thirty years ago. He pulled a thin glove onto his left hand before scooping from the jar some manner of sticky black substance, viscous and faintly reflective, not unlike tar. He spread it over both palms, gloved and mechanical, before he pulled up behind her, pressing his chest to her back. He pressed his hands firmly to her soft breasts, that sticky paste spreading evenly over her pale skin. It spread out more easily than one might have thought, simply leaving a faint trail of darkened slime across her skin. He kneaded her breasts almost gently, the fluid suffusing her flesh before his hands slid ever downward, along her flat stomach, down between her legs. Two rubbery fingers were not kind or gentle as they slid up into her, making sure to spread that substance to every inch of her body. Her skin would feel like she had freshly stepped out of a hot tub and into the cold -- sensitive, vaguely tingly... but there was something else to it. There seemed to be more to every touch. More pain to every strike, more pleasure to every lover's caress, more sensation . You are mine , he murmured, his voice almost a bass growl against her ear. If you try and escape, you will be punished. If you harm me, I will do worse to you. And when Bruce Wayne comes for you, he will die. There is no rescue for you, he whispered, lips curling into a smile. Carrie. Maybe she would wonder how he knew. Maybe it had not been very difficult to look up missing persons reports from five years ago, cross checking them with family photos that were not so hard to obtain through a variety of methods. His touches grew bolder, the fluid spread to her every erogenous zone, giving him ample space to work. Two fingers gently probed her pussy, seeking out the delicate bundle of nerves that made up her clit before his other hand went to her breasts, teasing both of her rosy nipples in equal measure.
Thread: The Caged Bird (vertigis + Vandesdelca)

Already she hated his confidence. Her captor had responded to her stammered threats with rich booming laughter, causing her to blush despite herself at how little impact Batmans name had in impressing him. Carrie knew she couldnt let his words rattle her though, even if there was ugly truth in them. Bruce Wayne was an old man now, at the peak physical condition for a man his age but still well past his best days, while this man was clearly in his prime. There was a reason he relegated so many duties to her and their trainees lately. She didnt doubt he would come for her eventually but already she wondered if thats what she really wanted. The man who had her hanging from the ceiling was banking on that after all. He obviously intended another trap, another ambush, just like the one shed stepped into so blindly and the thought of being responsible for something happening to her mentor sent a chill up her spine. It was followed by another more literal chill as her captor spread some kind of darkish goop on his large lands, working it into the soft tissue of her breasts. Carrie squirmed in embarrassment and protest as he moved them down, caressing the soft firm curves of her body, smearing the slimy tingly gel over every square inch of her exposed skin. There was little she could do to fight or resist him with her arms bound overhead, and her efforts to pull away simply left her sway back and forth as the slap of his palms on her bare white skin sounded through the small room. stop she hissed angrily as his rough fingers slid between the crack of her firm behind, making sure the black jelly was distributed evenly over and within her tightly rounded cheeks. Her face was nearly as red as her ruined vest had been when they then moved around to her pussy, pushing between her lower lips to let the cool mixture seep into her pink folds and the small nub of her clit. quit whatever youre doing She could feel tears gathering again in her eyes as he growled his ownership of her even as he displayed it physically, taking control of her small lithe body in his strong hands. At the mention of her name Carrie blinked in shock, the words stolen from her mouth, wondering just how much he knew about them. The next thing she knew he was tweaking her nipple, twisting the small rose pink bud until it hardened, the gel somehow making his every touch feel electric, nerves jangling while her breast was squeezed roughly between his agile fingers. Carrie shook her head when he moved back to her pussy, the black gel having quickly seeped into her pores, and she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood nearly as his tips moved over her now hyper-sensitive clit, causing her to wriggle in her restraints. Soon she was beginning to pant out loud, the tears now flowing steadily down her cheeks as her body began to warm from his touches, humiliated at her own reactions, the ends of his fingers beginning to growing moist from where she was slowly but undeniably dripping on them. What what are you doing to me? What did you put on me? Please, stop This is Stop it!
Thread: The Caged Bird (vertigis + Vandesdelca)

He knew what sort of training she had gone through. Maybe not the specifics of her every day life with the old man, but it was not hard to guess. Tolerance to various poisons, a healthy smattering of martial arts, weapons, vehicle training, a combo platter of knowledge with regards to a number of subjects... but he was sure that he had not prepared her against one thing. Seduction was an easy thing to fight off when you knew how -- but pleasure , raw and powerful and unexpected as a tool of torture... well, no one ever thought to prepare for that. Batman was, after all, a man. it was not something he'd had to fight off... so why would he teach a girl, only recently fully sexually mature in the eyes of the law? She would pay dearly for such an oversight. His touches continued, fingers dancing nimbly across oversensitive skin. He leaned into her, all hard angles and firm muscle pressed against the smooth planes of her back, her soft skin meeting his own flesh, coarse with a dusting of black hair and a goodly amount of scar tissue. His lips, lost and questing, brushed along the pale curve of her neck, sucking and teasing with lips and tongue alike. He nipped at one ear, groping her breasts firmly with one hand as his other eked out yet more moisture, fingers worming their way into her. He withdrew them a moment later, holding the glistening end sof his fingers up in front of her. His voice was almost mocking as he whispered into the shell of her ear. Not even two minutes, Carrie. And you're whimpering, panting like a bitch in heat . He ran those fingers across one soft cheek, smearing her with her own shame. I've heard stories about the other Robins. It took more than two minutes to break any of them, he whispered. He suckled on the soft lobe of her ear. He pressed forward, against her. His hands ran all down her thighs, moving up to her shapely behind, giving her a firm squeeze before his hands slid downward along hte backs of her thighs. His hands left her for precious seconds, coming back with a few small, indistinct objects in her hand. Something smooth and cool was pressed to either nipple, held there with thin pieces of tape. A third one, larger, was pressed against her clit and likewise held there by tape of some special sort that was optimized to stick to flesh and come off easily, not unlike a nicer sort of bandage. He thumbed a small remote and... it was gentle at first, the vibrations. Gentler on her rosy, hardened npples than they were on her clit, but the little vibrators were slowly picking up in speed So done, two fingers slid back up inside of her. They pumped inside of her with slow, rhythmic movements as his free hand pulled her up He was preparing her -- she could guess at the main course, yet to come.
Thread: The Caged Bird (vertigis + Vandesdelca)

Carrie withered against her captors hard muscled chest, biting her inner lip until she tasted blood just to keep from gasping and crying out. His large calloused palm continued to squeeze and caress the generous swell of the firm breasts, the nipples now jutting out like hard pink eraser nubs. Whatever he had just smeared over her body had her nerve endings dancing at his every touch, the sensation intensified to levels she had never experienced. The truth was Carrie was not especially knowledgeable when it came to sex as she had joined her mentor while still a minor and his relationship with her had remained purely platonic, fatherly almost, over the years. Even though she older now, there wasnt exactly a lot of time for dating when being trained for an unending quest against for justice. As bad as the sensual intensity caused by his nimble groping fingers, somehow the things his mouth did were even worse. There were actual tears in her eyes as she struggled with the frustration of resisting him even while his lips brushed along her slim white neck and nibbled at the edge of her lobe, kissing the sensitive spot just behind her ears with expert teasing precision. It seemed her inexperience was in direct contrast to his own confidence. If he had possibly proved a better fighter -- and she had not been at her best, caught tired and bruised after lopsided fight -- then the question of who was a more experienced lover wasnt even a contest. He was playing her expertly and she couldnt pull away, her efforts to do so only causing her to slip on her toes and fall backwards against him, feeling the hard length of his manhood resting against her soft behind as she blushed. That blush intensified when he suddenly stopped, leaving her panting and sweating from his attentions, lower lips glistening wetly as he produced his fingers. The tears that had gathered in her lashes spilled down her cheeks as he wiped her own juices across her face. It felt like a betrayal. As if shed already failed him again somehow and failed herself as well. How could she honestly be getting aroused at the attentions of the bastard whod defeated her battle, threatened her mentor, and left her hanging from the ceiling? What was wrong with her that she couldnt resist? stop, stop, nooo she moaned weakly as he resumed his foreplay, this time squeezing her firm little behind in his tight grip before planting something cool and sticky against her nipples and over her clit. Carrie didnt understand at first until the small black strips begin to vibrate slowly, gradually picking up speed as they stimulated her already sensitive parts, made several times more so by the sensitizing gel hed added earlier. His fingers slowly reinserted themselves and she could hear the slk-slk-slk of their pumping in and out of her wet pussy, face feeling like it was on fire from the humiliation, especially when her mouth opened and a long wavering moan forced its way out.
Thread: The Caged Bird (vertigis + Vandesdelca)

Deathstroke laughed, his bass rumble echoing off of the walls as his fingers pumped her, spreading her, preparing her for what was to come. Or to cum, perhaps. I know you don't want me to stop, whore. And so will hundreds, thousands, millions , he hissed. He stopped gripping her soft breast, gesturing from one camera to another, a third finger sliding into her, clustered together and piercing into the heart of her. How does that feel, Carrie? There have been dozens of 'superheroes' throughout the years... and you get to be the very first to double as an amateur pornstar, he said. I'm sure the tape will be a very hot commodity. Maybe I can make money off of it, donate it to the Wayne Foundation, he said with an all too sharp edge of malicious glee. His fingers drew from her, dribbling with her womanly juices. He pumped himself with them, his cock glistening with her fluids... and slowly, with much deliberation, he got his hands between her thighs, pulling them apart, pulling her up fully off of the ground. He stepped forward, pressing his chest firmly against her back. Now... let's hear you scream like a whore, he whispered hotly into her ear. He lined her up... and began to push. He slid into her inch after inch, drawing her down. He spread her easily, taking her virginity and every inch of her untried, inexperienced little pussy with a thrust and a grunt. He began to move backward, pulling her along with him, her hands held in place by the chains until she was fully suspended between himself and the chains. She was in a perversion of doggy style, him behind her and nestled firmly in her depths, her well and truly prevented from moving out of his grip. His hands held her smooth and shapely legs firmly, and with a heavy grunt he began to thrust into her.