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Robin lay on the Ffogg lawn of Ffogg Manor with one of Lord Ffog’s deadly bees on his hand, and Prudence kneeling over him with a smirk. She looked Robin up and down, biting her bottom lip. She understood why the other girls were swooning over the boy wonder, what the boy had in his pants looked impressive through his trunks. Silently hoping the bee stung the boy, Prudence traced her finger up and down Robin’s arm while telling him facts about the African death bee. Robin was nervous to say the least, he did not want to get stung by this creature but he wasn’t sure who posed more of a threat right now; the bee or Prudence. He knew he had an antidote pill in his utility belt if he did get stung, he just had to take it, but Prudence was a different story. She was moving her hand closer to Robin’s thighs and Robin couldn’t do anything about it as he risked getting stung if he moved even an inch. In a way, he was helpless as Prudence stroked his bulge. The bee moved up Robin’s glove and perched itself on Robin’s bare skin. At the same time, Prudence pressed her palm into Robin’s cock and made a circular motion, massaging. Robin let out a shuddery breath and then inhaled sharply as the bee stuck its stinger into Robin’s arm and then flew off.

“Oh dear, that’s a shame” Prudence pouted as she pushed Robin flat onto his back and proceeded to pull down Robin’s trunks and tights, exposing his genitals.

Unsure of what to do in that very moment, Robin froze. He needed to take the antidote now or he would die but he also needed to push Prudence off and get away. Before he made up his mind, Prudence had begun stroking Robin’s cock to get it hard. Sneakily taking out the pill from his belt, Robin pretended to adjust his mask to hide the fact he was taking something. By this time, his cock was hard and Prudence and wrapped her mouth around the tip. Licking the slit a few times, Prudence lifted her head up to meet Robin’s eyes as she took in Robin’s length and then back up.

“I’m a virgin, Robin and even though it would be smashing to lose my virginity to you, I want to wait for that special someone. Don’t worry though, the other girls would gladly entertain you” she said seductively and continued doing what she was doing.

Robin tried to shuffle away but Prudence followed on her knees, Robin’s balls now tight in her grip causing discomfort to the boy wonder. He felt helpless, he tired to hold on but his body didn’t listen to his mind and he came in the girl’s mouth; she swallowed. Giggling, Prudence helped Robin put his tights and trunks back on and pulled him up off the ground. She led him to the cricket pavilion to see the Lord and Lady and explained to them that Robin got stung. They were pleased and agreed that Robin should go to the girl’s dorms to perish. Robin was quiet throughout that conversation, still processing what had happened on the lawn. He was led away to the girl’s dorm, dreading what they might do to him. At several points he tried to break free but she had a strong grip and she reminded him that he would never fight or hurt a woman. Once at the dorm, the girls gathered round him and Robin divulged that he took an antidote so he wasn’t going to die. The girls were delighted and every one of them had a glint in their eyes, a devious glint that Robin didn’t like. Their hands were all over him, feeling him up, touching his privates. Not wanting to be abused and used by several girls, Robin attempted to escape but the girls were too strong and there were 5 of them. Prudence took her leave though; she had a heist to prepare for. The other girls wasted no time in stripping Robin and pushing him onto a bed. It was a struggle but they tied his wrists to the bed posts and Daisy was the first one to climb on top of the boy wonder. Getting Robin’s cock hard wasn’t difficult and she lowered herself onto him. The other girls played with themselves and watched as Daisy bounced on his cock. Robin pulled and pulled at his wrist but he was tied tight. He didn’t want to beg and plead but he didn’t know what else to do.

“Please…stop this” Robin whimpered as he neared climax.

Robin came inside her and Daisy continued to her orgasm. Once she was done, another girl swapped with her; it was Kit. The same thing happened again and then again with Dutchess. Now it was the final girls’ turn and she wanted to do something different. Rosamond started by fucking herself on Robin like the other girls did but she wanted more pleasure; being fucked in her ass was what she wanted. Robin felt disgusted and there was nothing he could do. The other girls watched in in awe, enjoying the show, wanting to do the same thing. They squealed and giggled as Rosamond bounced on Robin’s cock as she begged him to cum inside her ass. Robin had already cum 3 times, he was exhausted and didn’t know how much longer he could go on for; his cock was losing its hardness much to the girls’ dismay. Daisy leaned down and planted a firm kiss on Robin’s lips. She continued to kiss him as Rosamond came. Robin came soon after and gasped for air when Daisy finally pulled away from his mouth. All the girl’s tidied themselves up and left without another word as they needed to get ready. Kit untied Robin and blew him as kiss as she left the room. Gathering his thoughts, Robin lay on the bed in shock. He knew he needed to get out of there, find Batman and alert Commissioner Gordon about Ffogg’s plan to knab the crown jewels. Putting his clothes back on, Robin clambered out of the window and made a run for it, back down the drive and to the Batmobile. To his relief, Alfred was there.

“Master Robin, I just heard you were dead” Alfred exclaimed when he saw the boy. He studied Robin and noticed how untidy his hair and costume was.

“You heard wrong” Robin tried to sound confident but his voice was shaky.

“Is everything alright?” Alfred queried.

Robin ignored the question “We need to contact the Commissioner. Lord Ffogg, Lady Peasoup and the girls are planning on taking the crown jewels.”

“I was just about to call the Commissioner. Are you sure everything is alright?”

Robin looked into Alfred’s eyes and teared up, what had happened the past hour had finally hit him. He sank to the floor and brought his knees to his chest “Not really, Alfred” he mumbled.

Looking quite concerned, Alfred squatted down next to the boy and noticed Robin was shaking “Good heavens, master Robin, you certainly are not alright. What has happened to you?”

“The girls… they were all over me, Alfred. I told them to stop” Robin whispered.

Alfred was an intelligent man and quickly put the pieces together “Master Robin… are… are you hurt?”

Robin shook his head.

“Stay here, I shall find Batman.”

Robin nodded and Alfred took off in search of Batman. It didn’t take him long; Batman and Batgirl had just climbed out of the dungeon. Alfred silently wished Batgirl wasn’t there, it would be easier to speak with Batman without her. He made up some excuse about being there, something about the Ffogg lawn that was similar to Wayne manor. Batman offered to escort Alfred to his borrowed taxi and he would catch Batgirl up. Batgirl headed off to foil Ffogg’s plans. Once alone, Alfred turned to Batman and brought him up to speed on what had happened.

“I’m afraid the girls had their… way with Robin, if you get where I’m going sir.”

“Where’s Robin now” Batman was in Batdad mode, needing to see how Robin was.

“The Batmobile sir.”

Batman ran to the Batmobile while Alfred swiftly walked there. Robin had got up off the floor and sat in the Batmobile. Batman got in and placed a gentle hand on Robin’s shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay, chum. I’m here now” Batman pulled Robin into a side hug which Robin leaned into, resting his head on Batman’s chest where he cried silently; he knew he was safe now.

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Batman had been escorted away to the location of the wedding while Marsha prepped herself, ready to become Mrs Batman. She had some time before she had to walk down the aisle and had a devious plan in mind that involved a certain boy wonder. Only in her white wedding undergarments, she strode into the bird cage room where Robin, Chief O’Hara and Commissioner Gordon were being held in giant bird cages. They all looked at her in awe, eyes wide and mouths agape. Gordon and O’Hara watched her walk over to Robin’s cage and lead him out to the middle of the floor. Robin, being under her love spell, followed her closely and did what she asked, which was lie down on the floor.

“You wanted to be close to me, darling? How’s this?” she lay on top of the boy, her silky underwear brushing up against Robin’s green trunks.

“Oh Marsha” Robin breathed, unable to resist. In the far depths of his mind was his normal, rational self but that part of him was too supressed to do anything. All he and his body wanted was Marsha, he needed Marsha.

Slowly and seductively, Marsha removed her panties and Robin’s trunks and tights. She grinded herself on Robin’s limp cock that soon enough became hard. In the background, Gordon and O’Hara begged Marsha to come closer to them, arguing with each other over her and getting angry at Robin for getting all the attention. Ignoring the older men, Marsha guided Robin’s cock inside of her and she sat on top of him, wanting all of Robin inside of her. She moved her hips back and forth, pleasuring herself and the boy. Marsha toned out the voices of Gordon and O’Hara and focused on Robin, fucking herself on his leaking cock. Her mind wondered, thinking of various sexual scenarios; her and Batman having sex, Robin pushing diamonds inside of her and her doing the same to Robin.  She could feel the orgasm building so she picked up her pace which made Robin cum inside her with a load moan. The feeling of Robin’s throbbing cock pumping cum inside of her made her orgasm. She smiled as she looked down at the boy who was breathless. Wanting more but knowing she didn’t have time, she got up off of Robin and put her underwear back on; cum leaking out of her.

“That was fun, darling, but I have a wedding to get to” she quickly made her way out of the room to get cleaned up and dressed, summoning the Grand Mogul to clean up Robin and put all the men to sleep. The Grand Mogul obliged, drugging O’Hara and Gordon first before tending to Robin. He checked that Marsha wasn’t watching before he himself took advantage of the boy, forcing him to climax and continued stroking his cock afterwards, overstimulating the poor boy. Robin squirmed, wanting Marsha to do this to him, not the Grand Mogul. Robin was dragged to his cage where Grand Mogul continued his assault but before Robin could cum for the third time, he stopped abruptly, leaving Robin panting and wanting a release. Quickly, he cleaned the boy up, put his clothes back on and put him to sleep. He smirked as he left the room.

The wedding ceremony commenced but was thwarted by Alfred and Missus Cooper, much to Batman’s surprise and delight. He made an excuse for Alfred to ride in the Batmobile and they raced off to rescue Robin. Marsha had also made a hasty exist after the ceremony was stopped. She cursed all the way back to her lair, plotting revenge for Batman’s lying. She waltzed into the cage room and glared at Robin’s unconscious form; she wanted to really hurt the boy, like Batman had hurt her feelings. The Grand Mogul prepared a love arrow as Marsha stepped into the bird cage, roughly grabbing Robin’s cocks as she squatted down in front of him. Before they had the chance to make Robin worship her forever, the alarm was set off, notifying the Queen that Batman had entered her lair. They made a quick escape, down to the basement where Aunt Hilda was. Batman and Alfred entered and Batman strode over to Robin, telling Alfred that he was their main priority right now. Popping a Bat-antidote into Robin’s mouth did the trick and Robin stirred, feeling incredibly woozy and unsteady on his feet; his mind hazy and foggy, memories swirling around and he wasn’t sure what was real or not. Batman guided him to the Batmobile while Alfred tended to the Chief and Commissioner.

A couple of hours later, Robin awoke in the Batcave and looked in the direction of the Bat-diamond, knowing it was the cause of all this trouble. He did remember all that had happened in Marsha’s lair and forced himself to act fine in front of Batman who had been sat watching Robin rest, thinking over the events of the day. Batman was about to ask his sidekick if he remembered anything that could help thwart the evil Queen of diamonds but the Bat-phone started beeping; it was the commissioner. They talked for a while; Robin not able to hear what was being said on the other line. He knew that if he remembered what happened, surly Gordon and O’Hara would remember too. On the other line, Gordon was discussing Marsha’s whereabouts with Batman and the basement was where they concluded she was. The commissioner kept quiet about what he and the Chief witness in Marsha’s lair but he silently hoped that Robin had told Batman.

After finding Marsha in Aunt Hilda’s basement, fighting her henchmen and getting turned into toads to trick the Commissioner, the dynamic duo were glad to see Marsha being carted off by two police officers, Robin especially. The whole time he was around Marsha, she was giving him a look that unnerved the boy and being around Gordon and O’Hara also made him uncomfortable knowing they knew. Batman was oblivious and from the looks Gordon was exchanging with Robin, he knew the caped crusader was in the dark about it; he had to say something but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to speak to him with Robin present. It was going to be a difficult conversation regardless.

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Robin felt helpless, and hopeless. Batman was in a sarcophagus at the bottom of a pool and he was lying on the floor of King Tuts’ transport, being taken to the royal oil boiling room, wherever that was. Cleopatra, or rather Lisa Carson, was sat on her throne looking miserable, clearly wanting Tut to call her father for ransom money. There wasn’t much Robin could do in his current predicament; he was listening to Tut’s ramblings, trying to pass the time. He had tried at several points in the trip to loosen his bound wrists but the Tutlings has tied him tight. Thinking about Batman, Robin sighed as a sadness washed over him; was Batman truly gone this time? He had tried to break free and stop Tut from lowering the sarcophagus but it was no use. Watching that Egyptian coffin being submerged made his heart pound in his chest and head, Batman’s fate was going to be drowning and his body may not be found for days. It took a lot of willpower for Robin not to shed a tear in front of his captors.

He was brought out of his thoughts by Tut raising his voice, commanding his Tutlings to do something. Robin couldn’t quite catch what Tut had said but worry grew in him when he was flipped over onto his front. A sharp pain radiated from his arm and the feeling of liquid ran down into his glove. More pain emanated from both his arms, blood running down them and dripping onto the floor. Robin hissed and gritted his teeth, trying to figure out what they were doing as he could tell they were carving something into his arms. He would find out soon enough when his hands were untied and retied in front of him. Glancing at his bloodied arms, Robin could make out hieroglyphs carved jaggedly into them; the eye of Horus, an ankh, a crook and twisted wick. Robin stared at them, feeling sick at the sight of the wounds that were sure to scar, forever marking him with the ancient Egyptian symbols. King Tut announced that they were at the royal oil boiling room and he exited the vehicle with Cleopatra and his other mistress. The Tutlings grabbed Robin, hoisting in to his feet; his legs feeling weak as they walked him into the building as blood droplets dropped onto the floor leaving a trail.

Once in the room, Tut wasted no time in getting the oil ready, temperature slowly rising. Cleopatra was tied to a support beam as Robin was held by the two Tutlings. The oil bubbled as it reached its boiling point; Tut was eager to torture the boy wonder before cooking him alive. He ordered for Robin’s gloves to be removed and the Tutlings obliged; untying Robin’s hands once more. They each grabbed a hand tight and passed the gloves to Tut who gripped them tight in his hands before tossing them into the pot of oil, laughing as he proceeded to grab Robin’s hair and dragging him to the pot.

“Burn him!” he demanded the Tutlings. They looked at each other with smirks on their faces and simultaneously placed Robin’s bare wrists on the red-hot pot for 5 seconds.

Robin couldn’t stifle his yells of pain, his cries echoed through the room making both girls wince uncomfortably as they watched Robin be tortured. The boy wonder’s wrists were blistering and bleeding; 3^rd degree burns on both of them. Robin’s head was spinning, on the verge of passing out from pain and blood loss. He could vaguely make out Tut yelling orders as he was hoisted up by the Tutlings. They were preparing to toss him into the oil. Right now, Robin wanted the pain to stop so the thought of death was somewhat of a comfort to him. Batman was dead, he would be joining him soon. Robin expected the initial pain of the hot oil burning his skin, he was ready for it as the countdown begun but the burning never came. Instead, he landed on top of the pot, the oil now solid. Through blurry eyes he could see the figure of a bat… of Batman. He concluded that he was already dead and he and Batman were now crime fighting in the afterlife. Smiling weakly, Robin closed his eyes and let darkness overcome him, knowing he was safe now back at Batman’s side.

Hours later, Robin blinked awake, aware he was somewhere more peaceful and comfortable than Tut’s boiling room. He didn’t feel much pain, he didn’t feel hot; he felt drowsy and heavy though. A quite hum could be heard and Robin knew it from anywhere; he was back in the Batcave. Whether or not it was the real Batcave or the afterlife Batcave, Robin wasn’t sure. A part of him wanted to believe that this was all real but how could it be? Batman had drowned and he had been boiled alive. He needed to find out once and for all so he pushed himself up into a sitting position. Pain began radiating from his arms as he became more aware of his surroundings; he was on a bed, no mask on, arms fully bandaged up. He was alone in the Batcave still not sure if this was all a dream or not. Feeling woozy, Robin lay down again and fell back asleep, dreaming that he was back in that boiling room with just him and King Tut there.

Tut laughed menacingly as he wielded a knife, swinging at Robin, cutting open his costume and drawing more hieroglyphs on the boy’s torso. Robin was backed against a wall, unable to flee as Tut’s body surrounded him. His mouth being covered by a large hand, his screams muffled as oil was poured onto him, melting away mask and revealing his true identity.
“Robin the boy wonder is none other than Richard Grayson, ward of Bruce Wayne!”
“I’m going to enjoy torturing you even more now!”
“No one will miss an orphan boy like you. I can do whatever I please!”
Robin tried to call out for help but it was absorbed by Tut’s hand still covering his mouth, making it difficult for him to breath. Tut’s laughs echoed and repeated over and over again.

Gasping awake, Robin’s eyes shot open, aware of the pain in his arms. Batman was by his side in a flash, calming the boy, reassuring him that he was okay.

“I’m dead. You’re dead. This isn’t real” Robin gasped on the verge of a panic attack.

“Breathe chum, neither of us are dead. You’re safe now” Batman tried to reassure Robin.

Lying down on the bed again, Robin began to calm himself, regulating his breathing by copying Batman’s. “My arm hurt” he whimpered.

“I know, Robin. You were injured quite badly but Alfred and I have done our best to patch you up. Tut has returned to his normal professor self now” Batman brought Robin up to speed on everything that happened after he passed out.

“I’m glad you made it out of that ancient death trap” Robin shuddered thinking of Batman in that sarcophagus.

“The sarcophagus, in my instance was used as part of a death trap, but the sarcophagus itself is a coffin that luckily wasn’t mine and that pool wasn’t my final resting place” once again Batman showed of his knowledge, silently thanking Alfred.

Robin smiled weakly, clearly struggling to stay awake.

“Get some more rest, chum, I’ll be right here.”

And with that, Robin drifted off to sleep, into a more peaceful sleep this time.

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The studio of Octave Marbot was a right mess; statues and sculptures broken and scattered everywhere. Octave Marbot himself was in shock as he approached Batman’s plaster-casted form. Also in shock was Robin, who was lying on the floor rubbing his injured neck, still coming around from the Super Instant Mesmerizing Device that was accidentally deflected at him by Batman. The Mad Hatter was excited to have a mould of Batman’s cowl and instructed Marbot to start chipping away at the plaster. The French sculptor was stressed as he chiselled away the plaster, afraid of injuring his friend. Getting impatient, Jervis Tetch yelled at the poor man which earned him a yell from Robin who was being held back by the two henchmen. Jervis slapped Robin across the face and warned Marbot that if he didn’t hurry up, Robin would be hurt even more. Chiselling as fast and as accurately as he could, Marbot made some progress but it wasn’t fast enough for the Hatter. Robin received another slap to the face. Suddenly, the plaster shifted and cracked down one side, alerting Jervis that Batman may still be alive within. With new found hope, Marbot chiselled harder where the crack was to help Batman free himself. Angry and annoyed, Jervis told his men to head for the exist and to bring Robin with them. Robin was dragged kicking, making a valid attempt at escaping but failing.

A few seconds later, Batman burst out of his plaster tomb and took a big gulp of air. Marbot was relieved at seeing Batman alive, he quickly blurted out that he was sorry that this had happened and that they had taken Robin and that Batman was welcome anytime to start his sculpture again. Batman took in all this garbled information and knew that finding Robin was his main priority. Taking his leave, Batman raced to the Batmobile, coughing as he went, still trying to catch his breath properly. On the passenger seat of the Batmobile was Robin’s utility belt; Jervis Tetch was a smart man to leave that behind. Batman needed to find Hatter’s hideout and fast, before anything happened to Robin. He raced back to the Batcave to try and figure out what the Mad Hatter meant by ‘number thirteen’.

Robin had been taken back to the abandoned warehouse where the hat factory was and where the jurors were being held but Robin was taken to a different part of the building, to a room that was empty, damp and cold and he was locked in that room by himself. Tetch and his goons set about getting their twelfth hat from Turkey Bullwinkle who was at the Bowl-O-Drome bowling alley. Robin had been tied up and gagged, unable to free himself and escape from the room he was in. No matter what he did, he couldn’t free himself from the bonds. He just had to wait for Hatter to return and save his energy for when he could escape.

In the Batcave, Batman had figured out what thirteenth meant and who the next and final juror was. He hatched a plan with Alfred to put a tracker in Bullwinkle’s hat and that would lead Batman to Hatter’s hideout and to Robin. It didn’t go exactly to plan as Tetch found the tracker and was no prepared for Batman’s arrival. He was angry that Batman had tried to plant such a device and was going to take his anger out on poor Robin.

Unlocking the room, Tetch stepped in and locked eyes with Robin. He proceeded to walk up to the boy, remove the gag and wrap his hands around Robin’s throat, slowly squeezing his neck and strangling him. Robin tried to break free of Tetch’s grasp as he gasped for air. Hands squeezed tighter and Robin was unable to breath. Before Robin could pass out, Tetch relaxed his grip; Robin gasped for air, struggling to get air back into his lungs. As Robin regained his ability to breathe, Tetch took this opportunity to grope the boy; grabbing hold of Robin’s cock and balls through his trunks. Robin inhaled sharply as he still tried to regulate his breathing.

“You’d be a good one” Tetch mentioned to Robin, who was unaware of what that meant.

Tetch called in his goons to carry Robin outside where two men in masks were waiting by a car. He talked to the two men for a while before a bag was handed to him; it contained $1,000,000. Tetch had sold the boy wonder to some of his associates who were traffickers and knew exactly what to do with Robin. The boy wonder couldn’t believe he was being sold for that amount of money; it was insane. He was bundled into the trunk of the car and it sped away. Robin was taken to some underground grotto underneath a row of active shops. He was laid on his back with his hands tied together and his legs spread apart, lifted up and chained in that position. His clothes were stripped off him, apart from his mask, and the two men that took him wasted no time in assaulting the boy. Robin’s screams and cries echoed as the men raped him, taking turns inserting themselves into Robin’s virgin asshole and mouth. When they were done, they left Robin alone, wrecked and shaken.

Every half hour, a new man entered the room where Robin was and had their way with him, ejaculating into his ass and leaving without saying a word. As Robin’s assault continued, Batman had managed to find the mad hatter’s hideout and defeated his goons but Tetch slipped away from the caped crusader. Batman freed the jurors with the help of the Police but Tetch was still at large and Robin was no where to be found. Thinking the Batcomputer might have an idea, Batman left the jurors with the police officers and headed back to the Batcave. He researched Tetch’s previous hideouts but came up with nothing. He was stumped but he wasn’t going to stop looking until Robin was found.

Several men continued to raped Robin, using him as their fuck toy, stretching his hole. Robin had given up struggling ages ago, knowing it was no use; he just had to take it. To his surprise, the next man to walk in was Jervis Tetch who had evaded capture. He proceeded to unbuckle his trousers and remove them, grinning at Robin. Closing his eyes, Robin anticipated what was to come. Tetch thrust into him hard and pounded the boy wonder with everything he had. Robin whimpered, some tears leaking from his eyes. Cumming into Robin’s ass, Tetch was satisfied with his performance.

“Well, boy wonder, it has been fun. After a few days here being used by multiple men, you’ll be shipped off to some wealthy man who will use you as a servant and when he eventually gets bored of you, your organs will be harvested. Don’t worry, I’ll make a bid for your heart and have it posted to police HQ for Batman. Have fun with the time you have left” the older man laughed and left the room so the next assailant could have fun with Robin.

Unbeknownst to Tetch, and Robin, Batman had got some information out of Lisa, Hatter’s female assistant. She informed Batman that Robin had been sold and likely to be trafficked. Batman had dug up a list of people that Tetch knew in that field and he was on the hunt for them. Time was running out for Robin, however. In a couple of days, he was going to be taken across the country where Batman was unlikely to find him. Was Batman going to find and save him in time? For now, Robin remained tied up, receiving fucking after fucking, slowly believing that he was never going to be rescued.