Catwoman Kidnaps a Pretty Young Thing to Lure Robin (F/MF)

[rtbw]

Part 1

It’s late on a weeknight, and I’m in my secret true identity as Dick Grayson walking my friend Helen home from the library after helping her with calculus homework. I guess you can say it was a study date, and she certainly dressed like it was a date looking pretty in heels and a pretty dress hemmed a little more than halfway up her thighs.

As we’re walking, Helen realizes she left a textbook in the chemistry building earlier today and wants to pick it up so she can study from it later tonight. She tells me I should go home first because it’s out of the way, but I offer to go to the chemistry building too. Helen happily accepts my offer.

We use our student IDs to enter the building and then go up to a lab on the second floor. We pick up her book on a countertop and begin leaving the room when we hear another door open behind us. We turn around to see Catwoman walking out of a storage room with a henchman carrying various vials.

I exclaim, “Catwoman! What are you doing here?”

Catwoman replies, “Just what I need—some annoying college students getting in my way.” She tells the henchman to lock Helen and me in the storage room so they can finish what they’re doing. The henchman grabs us and throws us in there. There’s no knob or handle on our side of the door.

Helen is scared so I try to calm her down. I sense that Catwoman might separate us at some point, so I take out a tracking device that I keep in my backpack in case it’s ever lost. I tell her to keep it so she can be found if Catwoman takes her away. A while later that’s exactly what happens. The henchman reenters the room and takes Helen out. She looks at me scared, but I tell her everything will be okay. The henchman closes the door to leave me alone in the storage room.

I’m luckily carrying a small bat-pouch in a hidden pocket on the inside of my clothes, and I pull out a tool to slide into the space between the door and jamb to release the lock. After some effort I’m able to open the door to find the room empty. I need to move quickly to save Helen. I fill a chemistry beaker with water and return to the storage room with it. I dig into my bat-puch to pull out a pill that will release my crimefighting outfit when placed in water.

Soon enough, I change out of my civilian clothes and pull into my tights and batbriefs, snap on my cape, slip into my gloves, and put on my mask. Buckling my utility belt around my waist is the last step in my transformation into Robin the Boy Wonder.

I look at my portable bat-homing device to locate the tracker that Dick gave to Helen. She hasn’t gone far: she’s on the other side of the college campus in the water supply and treatment building. I hurriedly make my way over there and make my way in.

I explore a maze of halls and rooms in the building without any success, but when I head to the basement I hear a woman shouting. “Help! Anyone out there? Help!”

It’s Helen! I go to the source of her voice into a room with dozens of pipes crisscrossing each other. I find Helen in a corner with her hands tied above her head by a rope coming down from a ceiling pipe. I proceed cautiously because this could be a trap.

As I slowly approach Helen, I’m struck by how nice she looks even in her predicament. Her eye and lips are beautiful even with the look of fear and concern on her face. With her arms tied above her, Helen's dress is pulled high up her pretty legs and her shapely body is really showing.

She sees me and exclaims, “Robin? I can't believe it's you. Am I glad you’re here. But how did you find me?”

I quickly make up a story: “Your friend Dick Grayson told the police about the tracking device he gave you, and when the police called me Dick helped me figure out the frequency for tracking..."

Helen then interrupts me, “About that tracking device—Catwoman found it and took it from me. I’m sure she’s expecting someone to follow it here.”

“Well, I’m here. Let’s me free you so we can get out of here before Catwoman returns.”

I reach up above her head to untie her wrists, and I notice a small pipe with an opening in the direction of my head. Just then, white gas shoots out from the pipe. I cover my face with my cape and also try to wave away the fume, but the gas begins working on my body quickly.

“Robin!” Helen shouts in concern, “Are you all right?”

I say I think I’m OK, but my body starts feeling wobbly and I get dizzy. I lose my balance and drop my cape before falling to my knees next to Helen.

Helen’s voice sounds muffled as I hear her continue anxiously, “Oh no. Robin, get up! What’s happening to you?”

Before I can reply I crumple to the ground. I roll my body to look at her and say weakly, “I’m all right, Helen. I’ll get up in a moment.” My head is by her feet now, and I can only stay lying down staring up her legs. Helen’s foot reaches over to my shoulder to shake me awake as she implores me to wake up, but I lose consciousness while I continue staring up her legs and feel her foot rocking my body.

HAS CATWOMAN SUCCESSFULLY BAITED THE BOY WONDER WITH HELEN? WHAT WILL BECOME OF THE COLLEGE COED AND THE CAPED CRUSADER? WE CAN ONLY HOPE FOR THE BEST UNTIL YOU TUNE IN NEXT TIME, SAME BAT-TIME, SAME BAT-CHANNEL!

[Reidy]

Oh how delightful. Another perilous situation for Robin. He just can't resist helping the pretty girls can he?

[rtbw]

Oh how delightful. Another perilous situation for Robin. He just can't resist helping the pretty girls can he?

Well, it's an obligation for Robin to help the pretty girls. It's more like he can't resist the bondage that always follows. That's the real reason for pulling on tights isn't it?

[Reidy]

Oh how delightful. Another perilous situation for Robin. He just can't resist helping the pretty girls can he?

Well, it's an obligation for Robin to help the pretty girls. It's more like he can't resist the bondage that always follows. That's the real reason for pulling on tights isn't it?

Well, it certainly would be mine.

[40 plus denier]

Couldn't agree more

[rtbw]

Thanks, @Reidy and @40 plus denier. Being in tights is great before the bondage too.

[rtbw]

Part 2

IN THE LAST EPISODE, ROBIN WAS ABLE TO FIND HELEN AFTER CATWOMAN KIDNAPPED HER, BUT THE BOY WONDER FELL VICTIM TO KNOCKOUT GAS AND FELL UNCONSCIOUS AT HELEN’S FEET. WHAT FATE AWAITS OUR YOUNG CAPED CRUSADER?

When I regain consciousness I feel my hands tied above me, and as I begin stirring I hear Helen’s voice, “Robin…are you waking up? Are you OK?”

I look up to see Helen about 20 feet in front of me tied as she was before. And I also see I’m in the same predicament as Helen with my wrists tied together over my head and connected by a rope to a ceiling pipe. I tell her, “I’m OK. But what about you, Helen?”

After she assures me she’s fine, I apologize to her for not freeing her.

“It’s OK, Robin. I’m sorry for being the reason you got captured too.”

I tell her it’s not her fault and I begin thinking about how to escape. And then I realize suddenly that in my haste to save Helen I forgot to inform Batman about my plans to come here. He probably thinks Dick Grayson is still studying on campus. I’m so mad at myself for not checking in with Batman.

I hear a door open and close, and in walks Catwoman. “You fiendish feline,” I say in contempt, “What’s the meaning of this?”

“That’s no way to greet an old friend,” purrs the villainess. She continues with her hands on my shoulders, “You met this girl’s boyfriend to find her, didn’t you? How noble.”

Catwoman pats my cheeks before turning around and walking over to Helen, “You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” The villainess pulls off the fingers of her gloves one by one with her teeth and proceeds to run her hands down Helen’s body from her shoulders down to her chest, hips, and then lingers on her crotch.

I’m ashamed as I feel the batbulge in my briefs growing. I can’t believe I’m feeling aroused seeing Helen groped against her will. I snap out of it and cry, “Keep your hands off her!”

“Are you getting jealous?” Catwoman responds. As she kneels to run her hands down the inside of Helen’s thighs and then back up, she adds, “You find her attractive, don’t you, Robin.”

As I stumble over how to reply, Catwoman turns toward me and stares at my batbriefs, “I can tell you do find her attractive. What would her boyfriend think?” She walks up to me and says while groping my batbulge, “You’re like any other male. You can’t control the desires of this appendage between your legs even when you’re in mortal danger like you are now.” She then slaps my bulge really hard, and I grunt in pain as I feel the sting in my balls.

“Don’t hurt him!” Helen pleads.

Catwoman laughs heartily and walks behind me. She reaches around my waist and grabs the buckle of my utility belt.

“What are you doing!?” I inquire helplessly.

She unbuckles my belt and lets it fall to my feet. She then grabs the sides of my batbriefs and swiftly pulls them down to just below my crotch. My nude tights are now the only thing holding in my badly hardening and swelling erection.

Catwoman then clutches the waistband of my tights and peels them as well. I look down in horror as my erect appendage springs out and points at Helen in front of me. I then look up to see Helen’s mouth agape and eyes wide in disbelief. I lock eyes with her through my mask but then I quickly look away in shame. I hear Catwoman purr behind me, “There’s the source of the bulge I always see in your tights. What a spectacle—I just wish you were Batman because I’ve always liked his bulge more."

Catwoman comes around to my side, grabs the base of my shaft and says to Helen while wagging it up and down, “This birdie sure is excited to see you!”

I feel humiliation with my aroused privates in full display before Helen. I wonder how I can face her again even when I’m back to my secret true identity as Dick Grayson—if we can ever escape from this.

As Catwoman's claws continue wagging my stiff member toward Helen I can only mutter to myself, “Holy humiliation.”

HUMILIATION INDEED! TO FIND OUT IF THE BOY WONDER CAN ESCAPE FROM CATWOMAN’S CLAWS WITH HIS PRETTY FELLOW CAPTIVE TUNE IN NEXT TIME, SAME BAT-TIME, SAME BAT-CHANNEL!

[Reidy]

Humiliated in front of a pretty girl? Sounds like fun. If a little fiendish.

[rtbw]

Humiliated in front of a pretty girl? Sounds like fun. If a little fiendish.

Humiliated in front of a pretty girl who is herself tied up adds an extra layer to the fun

[rtbw]

Part 3

Catwoman lets go of my batpole and picks up a gym bag that was on the floor next to me.

The villainess says, “I’m sorry I have to go, especially without catching Batman, but I can’t afford to fall behind my scheduled crime spree any further. Purrrhaps he’ll be distracted looking for you here while I’m off to my next task.”

Catwoman continues narrating her next steps: “I need to change into something less recognizable so I can leave campus. I hope you two don’t mind if I do it here.”

The feline begins by taking off her catburglar mask. The back strap of the mask catches some of her hair as she pulls it off her head, so she shakes her hair to make it flowing again. Catwoman may be an evil criminal, but I have to admit she looks incredibly beautiful.

Catwoman turns to me and asks, “Can you hold this for me?” She then slides the back strap of her catburglar mask on to my still-erect batpole. I involuntarily become even stiffer as I feel her mask dangling from my stiff member. I look down at the indignity of my manhood being used as a hanger, and then I look up to see Heather staring at it. What a shameful sight I must be.

The villainess then peels herself out of her catsuit, and I have to marvel at her magnificent body. Her beautiful curves from her attractive legs to her shapely hips and then her captivating chest—it’s all a sight to behold.

Catwoman turns to me again and asks while holding her catsuit, “Can you hold this for me too?” She then places it around my neck so that it’s hanging down the front of each of my shoulders. It’s still warm from having contained her incredible body, and I can smell her feminine catty scent. It’s all making me even more aroused, and somehow my batpole feels even harder and stiffer.

“Do you like what you see, Robin?” She then pulls out civilian clothes from the gym bag and puts on a loose short-sleeve shirt and yoga pants. She could easily be taken for a beautiful young student on campus.

She unwraps her catsuit from around my neck and folds it neatly before placing it in her gym bag.

“I almost forgot,” Catwoman remarks. She makes a ring around the base of my shaft with her hands and squeezes it as she slides her catburglar mask off. I’m completely teetering on the edge of orgasm and can feel the precum seeping out, but I’m somehow able to suppress any further release.

The villainess places her mask in the bag and then pulls out a small box. As she places it on the ground, she explains what is about to happen: “This contains a potent and gaseous form of cataphrenic that will be expelled into the air by an arousal spray. It is timed to go off in 5 minutes. You two will be off to eternal slumber once you inhale it.”

She turns to me and slaps my outstretched batpole with her paw, which makes me go over the edge. My whole body tightens as it begins to release the sexual tension that has been building up this whole time.

“Awwww…my little birdie is finally showing his feelings for me. Too bad you had to wait until we say farewell.”

As I’m blowing my load, Catwoman says to me, “Farewell, Boy Wonder. I’m sorry I can’t stay longer to see more of your climactic end.”

She then turns to Heather, “This is quite the scene for you to see in your final moments. I suppose it’s your reward for helping me capture Robin. Thank you. That’s one half of the Dynamic Duo out of my way.”

As the felonious feline heads out of the room and closes the door behind her, my climax gradually comes to an end. I hang limply from the rope binding my wrists and I look up to see Helen in the same position with her hands tied above her head, but she’s now looking at my exposed, spent body in disbelief and pity.

Holy indignity…what a way to go.

HOLY INDIGNITY INDEED. WILL ROBIN EXPIRE IN THIS HUMILIATED STATE BEFORE HELEN? AND WILL THE BOY WONDER’S PITIFUL STATE BE THE LAST THING SHE EVER SEES? FOR THE POTENTIALLY SAD ENDING, TUNE IN AGAIN SAME BAT-TIME, SAME BAT-CHANNEL!

[Jenny_S]

Holy Guacamole Catwoman...Love this story!

[Reidy]

Damn I do love it when Catwoman humiliates Robin in this way. Mainly because I crave her doing it to me.

[LunaDog]

Damn I do love it when Catwoman humiliates Robin in this way. Mainly because I crave her doing it to me.

A totally understandable sentiment!

[rtbw]

Holy Guacamole Catwoman...Love this story!

Thank you so much. I'm only now discovering your Erica Sinclair stories and I really enjoyed the America's Sweetheart one. I actually see some parallels between her and Robin. I suppose I can explain why some other time. But thanks for reading and letting me know you enjoyed it. I hope to finish this one soon

[rtbw]

Damn I do love it when Catwoman humiliates Robin in this way. Mainly because I crave her doing it to me.

What you say reflects the psychological undercurrent in Batman, doesn't it? The Caped Crusaders pull into their tights and capes to fight crime, but there's pleasure in being captured and made vulnerable. It's like they want to be captured, and I totally feel that when I'm in my Robin outfit

[rtbw]

Damn I do love it when Catwoman humiliates Robin in this way. Mainly because I crave her doing it to me.

A totally understandable sentiment!

I'm glad I'm not the only one feeling this way and imagining myself at her mercy

[rtbw]

Part 4

“Robin!”

“Robin!”

I gather myself and look up to see Helen, still tied with her hands above her, calling my name. I must have blanked out after Catwoman sent me into that tremendous climax. I look down to see my tights and batbriefs still peeled down, and then I shamefully see what I released on the ground.

“Robin! That box is going to release the gas soon!”

That makes me snap out of it and I pull my arms hard against the ropes above my head, but it’s no use. I assure Helen we still have some time and look around frantically for any idea to escape. I look down again and see my utility belt. Catwoman had dropped them by my feet when she exposed me. Fortunately, my feet aren't tied, and my tights and briefs are pulled down only to my crotch, so I have freedom of movement with my legs.

I slide my right foot under my utility belt and then lift my leg. I explain to Helen that If I can kick it into the air toward my hands, I might be able to catch it.

I’ve raised my foot with the belt hanging on it. I have only one chance…

I give it a kick and the belt flies above my head… And then I'm able to snatch the utility belt with my hands. Even though my hands are tied I’m able to find the bat-knife. I pull it out of the belt and begin cutting the rope connecting me with the ceiling.

The rope snaps and I'm finally free on the ground. My body is really aching after being strung up for so long but I ignore the pain to move to Catwoman’s sinister box while still holding my bat-knife.

I open the flap of the box, and I think to myself how lucky I am that Batman taught me about explosives. I know exactly which wire to cut. With that, the deadly device is disabled.

I breathe a huge sigh of relief and tell Helen everything is okay now. She weakly smiles back at me, “That was amazing, Robin.”

I know she's in pain too so I get up to free her, but I suddenly realize that my intimate areas are still exposed. I hurriedly pull up my tights and batbriefs before making my way to her.

I reach up above Helen’s head with my bat-knife to free her. When I cut through the rope her body begins crumpling so I catch her before she collapses. I gently guide her all the way down until I’m sitting on the ground while holding her.

Her beautiful body is limp in my arms while her head rests on my chest. I look down to see her weary but pretty face, and then I look progressively further down her body down to her attractive legs.

I let her rest like that for quiet some time, and the constant contact with her sweet body makes me aroused. It makes me wonder when I might be able to hold her like this when I’m back to my secret true identity.

Finally, she says she should be able to get up. I help her up to my feet, and we both realize that we look very disheveled. Helen adjusts her dress to be more presentable, and I adjust my tights and batbriefs. Helen thoughtfully picks up my utility belt and loops it around my waist before saying, "Thank you, Robin. You saved my life and I really owe you." I reply saying it was just part of fulfilling my duties to help people. I buckle my belt and then gingerly help Helen out the door.

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The next day, I’m out of my mask, cape, and tights--back into my secret true identity as Dick Grayson. I begin making my way to Helen’s to make sure she’s okay, and I feel vulnerable remembering how she witnessed the way Catwoman violated me even if Helen doesn’t know that I’m Robin.

When I finally see her, she’s in amazingly good shape. She thanks me for finding Robin and sending him to save her. I reply by saying that Robin should be the one to thank, and she really hopes she has the opportunity to show him how grateful she is. I assure her she will.

I ask what happened during her capture, and she recounted her ordeal. Being of such good character, she left out all the shameful things that Robin had to suffer. I very much appreciated that.

When it's time to part ways, I make a mental note to meet her as Robin tomorrow so she has a chance to thank him.

[Jenny_S]

Dear @rtbw, your story gives that classic Batman TV show vibe. You captured this so perfectly, can't wait for more.

[Reidy]

Nice conclusion. Hopefully Robin finds himself in danger with this pretty student once again.

[rtbw]

Dear @rtbw, your story gives that classic Batman TV show vibe. You captured this so perfectly, can't wait for more.

Thanks so much for your interest and compliments. Yes, I'm really going for the Batman TV series vibe, but I also want to take it a step further and imagine how all the missed opportunities with the sexual tension could have played out. There was so much potential they couldn't show!

I'll try to post more stories. I'd like to see what you think about others I've shared in the past too.

[rtbw]

Nice conclusion. Hopefully Robin finds himself in danger with this pretty student once again.

It wouldn't be Robin (or Batman) if there's no pretty woman involved somehow--either as the captor or fellow captive. The Batman TV series really captured it especially with the molls. (We've had so much discussion about the alluring molls in the past, and there's even so much more.)