ing into his eyes. Catman brought the whip down against Robin' s
heaving chest owice, three times. Robin had arched his body as much
as he could, bending over backwards and tilting his head back so the whip
wouldn' t hit his face or eyes. That left his chest and abs all the more
exposed, and Catman tio lash them relentlessly. Finally, he
curled the whip and expertly aimed it, letting fly a perfect blow that
flicked the tip of the whip against Robin' s cock. Robi out a
bloodcurdling scream and then, mercifully, passed out, his body going slack
in his restraints.
"Good job, Catman," said the Piper. "I hope you e as much as
I did. We' ll bathe him and treat his wounds, give him his nightly enema,
and put him to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day for Robin. The Joker and the
Riddler have both promised to be here for Robin' s last day oh."
Part 5
This time when Robin woke up, he found himself laying on a padded mat. He
was still naked but for the first time, wasn' t tied up or bound in some way.
He stood up and massaged his arms and legs, cheg himself out. His
wounds had beeed with a soothing salve and most of the whip marks had
receded to fais, except for a nasty gash on his cheek where Catman' s
whip had caught his face, and a cut across one nipple that would ime
to heal. His body was still spotted with lumps and bruises from the
beatings he' d taken, but over all, Robin decided, he was still iy
good shape, even if he still didn' t know where he was or how long he' d been
knocked out. It could have been two hours or two weeks since his last
punishment session with the Pied Piper.
Suddenly, bright lights snapped on around him and Robin could see
several shadowy figures staring down at him through tinted plate-glass
windows above his head. Robin was in some sort of amphitheater, with padded