Robin--Fucking Torture, Part 1
submitted July 25, 2005
Categories: Super Heroes
Robin was totally helpless now. He couldn't fight anymore, the villains were simply too many, they kept on coming. He already grounded more than 10 villains, but there were another over 20 of them, fully armoured, extremely strong and martially skillful.
Robin dropped to the floor. His serratus was badly stomped. His undulated back was kneed again and again. He was lifted up and his arms were locked in full nelson, then his stretched abs was pounded by hammer-like fists. Then his whole costume was completely removed, not even one piece was left.
The soreness was all over his body. There was no chance for him to even struggle an inch, he was restrained so tight that it was near to impossible for him to escape. Then they fondled his totally ripped sharp-edged abs before starting to pulverise those abdominal slabs again.
They pounded and pounded. They took turns to pound those jutted out bricks again and again. They didn't bother how his handsome face grimaced and distorted in great agony. They smashed every block of his abdominal muscles with bare fists, metallic hammer, sledgehammers, clubs, knees, elbows...
Robin growled, howled, screamed, yelled like there was no tomorrow. Robin puked shoot and shoot of gastric juices, air was driven out of his gut, his muscles were crumbling down...
After 10 hours of physical abuses, Robin was incapacitated totally, totally limpy, hapless and non-retaliatory. Welts scattered all over his upper body, the abs, serratus, obliques and also here and there on his pecs. Drool, saliva and sticky gastric fluid dribbled from his mouth, his handsome face was twitching and writhing in great pain.
There were about 40 to 50 villains surrounded the pliant and helpless Robin. They were all multiple clones of Batman's greatest foes, poor Robin; they took their revenge on him instead of Batman.
Looking at this slim, slender but truly as hard as concrete young hunky superhero, their next devilish intention was to demolish him completely with the worst sexual abuses Robin would never forget in his life.
Also the abuses which would change Robin's life forever; most of them needed to go for re-charge, so they dressed up Robin with a thin silky T-shirt and Speedo. Then they tied him up against a cell gate with both of his arms slotted behind the metallic bars. Both of his wrists were shackled with iron chains and left there for him to take a short respite before they granted him his worst nightmare.
(Refer to the first photo in this URL - http://www.studforce.com/Gallery/Art/art8.htm)
The cell was humid, stuffy and damn hot. Robin was sweating profusely. His rock-hard muscles silhouetted beneath the thin silky fabric, his whole body was almost drenched wet.
Even his massive half flaccid rod was popping out from his Speedo. He braced himself up, there was nothing he could do, he was too weak to do anything now. His abs was completely tenderised, the burning pain was torturing his mind. He could only wait for all those 50 villains to come back.
(TBC)





















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