Date: Sat, 20 Jun 2020 16:39:40 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Robin Gets Cat-Scratch Fever Chapter 5 -- bisexual - Celebrity

Robing Gets Cat Scrath Fever Chapter Five
By Evan Andrews

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The story is set in the New Teen Titans era, shortly before Dick Grayson
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Chapter Five:
Life as a Super-Slave

Both Catwoman and her henchmen were true to their word. Robin didn't really
appreciate that until after he had been rescued, after Catwoman's
aphrodisiac and conditioning drugs were purged from his system. At the
time, even though his brain recorded everything, there was no way for Robin
to recall precise details about what had happened or had been said to him
even a quarter of an hour before. It wasn't until much later that he
remembered.


Scene one:
Tasty Morsels

The three drug-addled heroes, now dedicated cum-cows and fuck-slaves, found
themselves at Catwoman's constant beck and call. She brought them out
morning, noon, and night--not to mention for the occasional high tea and
midnight snack, and when they arrived in her temple they were ready and
eager to spurt their loads for her. And they did more than just provide her
their heroic cream. When she was bored and wanted a show, she had them milk
each other. Both the blonds had had practice at this, but Robin soon caught
up with his fellows, becoming just as proficient in manipulating a man's
body to bring him off in dramatic fashion as any diaryman. It didn't take
many days for Robin to accept that he didn't enjoy just being milked, but
that he also enjoyed milking whichever man Catwoman told him to, driving
that cum-cow's body towards release and reading the hints to told him that
a grunting spurting orgasm was about to happen.

At one meal, things were simple if different. Catwoman called on Green
Arrow to enrich his mistress' milk with his own thick cream. Aquaman and
Robin worked the Emerald Archer to boiling point before letting him cum.

"Such a load," Catwoman smiled as Arrow's balls let loose fusillade after
fusillade of potent super-sperm.

She took the archer's still-hard member in her gloved hand and used it as a
swizzle-stick before taking a sip of her milk.

"It's practically half-and-half," she purred as drops of white liquid fell
from Green Arrow's tumescent meat, "My favorite."

Robin performed next, and the two blond studs coaxed a similarly large load
out of his young balls; the villainess' drug regime was having its desired
effect on the enslaved testes, driving them into working overtime.

"Ah," Catwoman moaned as she tasted the dish that now glistened with
Robin's sperm, "I somehow knew that my Robin's boy-sauce would be the
perfect thing to go with chicken."

Finally she had them milk Aquaman. His salty cream mixed with the caramel
sauce on her ice cream.

"Mmm. I do so love sea-salt caramel," she teased.

The trio of cum-cows all but preened in response to her praise, but not
every meal followed the same pattern.


Scene Two: Tres Leches

At another meal things were entirely different.

"Boys," Catwoman said, "Put on a show for me."

The three hero slaves looked at one another blankly for a second, and then
Green Arrow grabbed Robin and forced an intense kiss on the teen
stud. Aquaman joined in, and the three kissed and groped and rubbed against
each other until their cocks were stiff as oak and weeping pre-cum like an
artesian well. Robin didn't know how they ended up on the floor, but they
did, automatically forming a triangular daisy chain of cock-sucking. Robin
was lustily slurping away on Arrow's length while Aquaman guzzled Boy
Wonder cock. The feeling astounded Robin, and the knowledge that Arrow was
sucking Aquaman's fat cock at the same time just increased the intensity of
the eroticism.

"Oh sweet Poseidon," Aquaman cried out, "I'm going to cum..."

"STOP!"

The three sex-slave heroes let the hard dicks fall from their mouths and
stared at Catwoman.

"I didn't give any of you permission to cum," she chided, "You've got to
put on more of a show than that to satisfy me. Aquaman, Green Arrow, I want
to watch you spit roast my sexy Robin boy. I want to see your big dicks
filling his mouth and ass, fucking him like a pig whore. Got it?"

They got it, and they did. Robin rolled over onto his hands and knees and
made ready for the assault. The henchmen had prepared him for this, but
he'd never imagined he'd ever be called on to service his sexy fellow
slaves. Green Arrow claimed the Boy Wonder's ass and sank his rod into
Robin while the teen practically inhaled Aquaman's sperm-spiggot. Anal and
throat muscles worked over the sodomizing man-meat as the three moved in an
age-old dance.

"Enough!" Catwoman commanded as Green Arrow showed signs of getting close
to blowing his load.

"You two on your backs," she told the randy blonds, "Press your asses
together and entwine your legs."

Arrow and Aquaman did, and in short order Robin found himself confronted
with the sight of their mighty dicks side by side, jutting up into the air.

"Sit on it, Robin," the villainess said as though she were asking him to
nothing, "Ride that meat until you're almost ready to cum. I think you know
the drill," she smiled, "Or at least you will in a few moments."

Robin perched over his companions and slowly squatted down. He felt the fat
mass of their combined cockheads and for a moment panicked.

"I can't do it," he cried, "They're too big."

"You can do it, boy, and you will," she chided.

Suddenly the Siamese twins were alongside Robin, pushing down on his
shoulders.

"Fuck!" the Boy Wonder cried as he called on all his training and forced
his ass to relax.

The two fuck-plums pushed inside him, and the long shafts followed, inch by
massive inch.

"Argh!" Robin screamed, "So much, so... too big."

"Take it, fuck boy," Siamese One whispered to him.

"Yeah," the henchman's twin said, "You've almost got it all."

The last few inches slowly joined their fellows, and Robin felt his ass
make contact with the blonds' shaved crotches.

"Fuck yeah," Aquaman moaned.

"Do it, Robin," Green Arrow barked, his voice thickened with lust, "Ride
our fucking dicks!"

Starting small, the Boy Wonder rocked back and forth on the phallic mass
inside him, but eventually he tried moving his ass up and down, letting
more and more sex-slave cock fuck him.

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh."

Tears streaked Robin's face as he let his ass pig out on more dick than
he'd ever experienced in his life.

"Fuck yeah!" Green Arrow roared, "Fucking fuck me, boy! God!" and with that
the Emerald Archer began thrusting into Robin's ass himself, not just
penetrating hot boy-hole but also fucking his rod against Aquaman's own
firm shaft.

Aquaman, not as world-wise as the archer, got the hint and soon the blond
studs had established a rhythm that matched Robin's desperate fuck-boy
squats.

"Oh god oh god oh god," Robin finally cried out, "I'm going to cum. Have to
cum! Please, mistress, please! Let me cum!"

"Up! All three of you. And stand here."

The slaves scrambled to their feet and found that Russian Blue was ready
for them with the white libations vessel half-filled with milk. Grabbing
their cocks, the three flogged their meat, taking careful aim at the
vessel. Aquaman stiffened first and let out a squeal that Robin was sure
was being echoed in the sea lord's telepathic wavelength. Gobs of white
man-cream hit the surface of the milk and set up waves that hit the rim and
echoed back. Green Arrow was next. His cockhead pulsed and a deluge of
thick sperm fired into the world.

"You too, Robin," Catwoman husked, "Shoot that hot Boy Toy Wonder load!"

The Boy Wonder's body, for a moment, stood on the brink, and then pulses of
passion wracked his muscles. His boy balls pulled up tight and his shaft
swelled as it spat out gob after gob of the white-gold his testes had been
churning out. Henchmen caught the sex slaves before they could collapse,
and helped keep them standing. They watched as Catwoman sniffed at the
contents of her vessel before taking a sip.

"Ah!" she purred "I wondered what your tres leches would taste like. I can
see I must make this a regular part of my diet."

As she nursed the obscene libation, the henchmen led the three hero slaves
away.

"Stable time, cum studs," Sphinx told them with an evil smile in his voice,
"And after Robin's little show I think we may need to get some of the other
boys and try something new."


Scene Three: Heaps of Henchmen

In the stables, the henchmen took superb pleasure in keeping the heroes fit
and pretty, but more importantly they took pleasure in fucking their
superhero sex-slave charges hard and often. If it took deep dicking to keep
their mistress' cum-cows at peak production, they were fine with that. Not
only did they get their rocks off, they also got to deal a little revenge
on the superhero community at large by raping three of that fraternity. It
never got old for any of the captives either because Catwoman, in addition
to the seven henchmen Robin had met she proved to have even more eager and
willing servants, all with big dicks and full balls. Cornish Rex, Scottish
Fold, Tabby, Ocicat, Burmese, Himalayan, Maine Coon--even Ragdoll all
stopped by to take turns at enjoying the fine muscular bodies that had been
taken in order to supply the man-cream for Catwoman's mealtimes. At any
other time, Robin might have wondered just why Catwoman needed so many
henchmen, but under the influence of the drugs and the fucking brainwashing
he was just glad to have so many dicks to service. Usually, the sex scenes
were like the first, all three of the slaves being fucked simultaneously in
one big orgy, but occasionally they'd be taken away to the henchmen's
quarters and used either privately in their personal chambers, or
semi-privately in the common lounge.

Today they were enjoying a semi-private orgy. Aquaman was lying flat on his
stomach on a bed taking a particularly vicious fuck from Sphinx. The
muscular black henchman had started gentle, fucking him doggie style, but
now he was close to nutting and was slamming into his aqua-bitch's guts,
causing them both to bounce up and down on the bed and the springs to
squeak in a fuck-chorus. It seemed for all the world that Sphinx was trying
to ass-slam the sea king through the mattress into the concrete
beneath—-and possibly through that half-way to China.

Green Arrow was lying on his back on a rotating table, offering his holes
and his hands to service as many of the dozen cocks that surrounded him as
was physically possible. Since more small-fry crooks had come into contact
with Green Arrow over the years than with Aquaman, he was the preferred
man-whore for a good revenge fucking. Already the archer's hard body and
handsome face were streaked with at least a half dozen loads from the
over-eager among the henchmen.

Robin himself was kneeling on the easy chair. Maine Coon's long fat dick
anchored his body in place as the Boy Wonder rode the shaft up and down.

"Yes!" the teen sex-slave cried, "Fill my ass with that hot cock!"

The bearded, long-haired henchman had no problem with granting Robin's
request. Maine was built for the gods, and he had an easy-going attitude
that made fucking him different from fucking almost every other man in the
place. He didn't have an angry agenda, and he wasn't desperate to cum. (Of
course not. With a body like that, Robin reasoned, Maine could get willing
partners, male and female, anywhere, anytime. They probably lined up and
took numbers.) No, Maine just liked to fuck. He was good for as long as the
man he was breeding still wanted it, and to the henchman Robin looked like
he could go taking cock for hours. Two more henchmen had thoughtfully taken
positions on either side of the sexy sidekick's body, ready to relieve
Maine if he needed it. Until then, though, they were adding their two cents
to the proceedings. Tabby, with his mop of hair and soft beard, was
french-kissing Robin hard, and the equally long-haired Arab henchman,
Angora, was kissing and licking Robin's upper body from throat to nipples.

"Oh!" Robin moaned as they teased and used him, but this lot had discipline
and despite how crazy they were driving him, they kept him from actually
cumming as he bounced on Maine's cock.

But all good things must come to an end, and Maine finally flooded the teen
sex-slave's bowels with his north-woods load. Almost instantly, Tabby and
Angora whisked the Boy Wonder away, and in no time at all they had him on
his back on a hassock, taking turns breeding his tight cum-lubed ass. Maine
joined them and presented his dripping cock for Robin to lick clean.

"What is best in life?" The thought wandered through Robin's mind as he
licked the spermy staff. That was easy. Cock. And more cock. And did we
mention cock?


Scene Four: A New Use for a Mouth

The trio of cum-cows were in the Grooming Room. They had been brought in
early (though they didn't know that) so that the groomers, Persian and
Turkish Van, could introduce Robin to a new skill.

"Boy-Toy Wonder," Persian said, "I've had enough of eating your ass and
getting nothing out of it."

"But I thought..." Robin started, but Persian smacked him.

"Shut the fuck up. Today YOU are going to learn all about eating ass."

"You two," Persian said, pointing at Aquaman and Green Arrow, "Bend over
the massage table. Feet apart."

As they did, Turkish Van guided Robin into place behind the hot blond
fuck-slaves and pushed him to his knees.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

Robin did, and his cock in its chastity cage tried to engorge. Instead it
met the usual resistance and settled for staying tumescent.

"See how cum is leaking from their holes?" Robin did. "That's going to make
this easier for you. Choose one and lick his ass-crack."

Robin chose Aquaman and stuck his face into the sea lord's crease. His
tongue snaked out and made contact with the stream of white goo escaping
the hero's well-exercised pucker. A half dozen henchmen had just put the
sex-slaves' bodies through their fucking paces and their ejaculatory
evidence was pungent and obvious. The taste struck Robin's mind, and he
began lapping the crack in earnest.

"Yeah!" Aquaman moaned, "Mmm!"

"Slut," Van said affectionately as he ran his hand through Aquaman's blond
locks, "He just can't get enough."

One skill at a time, Robin learned the gentle art of eating ass, and in the
end he was literally tongue-fucking the desperate sea king.

"Fuck!" Aquaman screamed, "It's too good! I don't care if I do have a
cock-cage on, if you don't stop him now I'm going to cum!"

"Good, Aquaman. We'll make sure to reward you for your honesty."

Persian pulled Robin out of Aquaman's ass and forced his face into Green
Arrow's crevice.

"About time," the Emerald Archer griped; then he moaned, "Yeah, work me
over like you did Chicken of the Sea there!"

Green Arrow was a difficult personality, both to read and to deal
with. Robin knew this from years of watching him spar with Batman, so he
wasn't surprised that Green Arrow was getting personal.

"Yeah, you are pretty damned good, Robin Boy," he moaned, "You may fool
others, but I don't doubt that Batman broke you in to all this years
ago. If not that then you're just one hell of a natural whore."

Robin's hackles rose over the jibe about him and Batman. The cheap tabloids
had implied this for ages, ever since puberty when the Boy Wonder started
to look more like a Young Man Wonder. Well, he didn't have to put up with
this here and now, and happily, as a rim slave, he was in the driver's
seat. He pulled back and spat at the blinking sphincter.

"What?!" Green Arrow demanded, "Don't stop! Eat my ass!"

Van, who had figured out what was going on, held Persian back. "I know what
he's doing. Let the boy work this out."

Green Arrow wriggled his ass, which Robin had to admit was delectable, and
thrust back, trying to find the Boy Wonder's talented tongue. Instead he
got a smack on the ass from Van.

"Ouch!" the archer cried, "What the...?"

"Who gave you permission to move?" Van demanded, "And while we're on it,
who gave you permission to tell Robin what to do? Are you the master here?
Or are you just another ass-slave?"

Green Arrow saw which way the wind was blowing and knew that if he wanted
Robin to finish the job he needed to get submissive pronto.

"I'm just an ass-slave, sir," the archer whined, "A pathetic cum-cow. But
please, sir, can the Boy Wonder finish eating my ass?"

"After your manners, why should he?"

"Please, sir! Please, Robin! I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. I'll never say
anything like that ever again."

"I'll hold you to that, Arrow," Robin said, and with that he went back to
teasing the archer's sphincter.

A reservoir of hot man-juice was holed up in Green Arrow's butt, and he
groaned as Robin worked it out of his guts, one tongue-load at a time.

"Oh, fuck," the vigilante cried, "Oh sweet Baby Jesus, thank you! It's so
good!"

Robin licked away happily until he could sense that the archer was about to
release. Green Arrow just wasn't as good a slave as Aquaman, though, and he
didn't warn the henchmen attending them.

Robin pulled back for a second time and said, "He's ready to shoot, sir."

"Of course he is," Persian said, disgusted at the archer's conniving ways,
"Well, you've done good work, Robin. Next fuck session, you might get the
chance to do more with your mouth than suck cock."

The groomers kept the cock-cages on their charges all through the grooming
and showering. After Green Arrow's pathetic disobedience it made no sense
to take a chance of the mistress facing empty balls. One fuck-up had gotten
them fixed. Who knew what the punishment for a second lapse might be?


Scene Five: What Pussy Cat Wants

One rare day Russian Blue had the afternoon off. Some of the other henchmen
might be jealous about his proximity to the throne, as it were, but it took
a lot of work and a lot of attention to detail to do the job Catwoman
expected to the degree she demanded it be done. In fact, he'd once offered
to let a complaining Birman take over the office. Once Birman had figured
out what the job actually entailed, though, he'd backed off fast, begging
Russian Blue on his hands and knees to take it back. Today the svelte
Russian stud had slipped away to the Stable for a rare chance to get his
own rocks off. Catwoman found him a couple of hours later in the henchmen's
lounge, splayed back in a papasan, his legs spread wide while the three
super slaves, naked but cock-caged, surrounded him lapping away at the base
of his shaft, his balls, and his perineum. None of them were actually
sucking the svelte Slavic henchman's cock, and yet they were within moments
of bringing him off.

"Bast! Look at them go," Catwoman gasped.

"They're very good, mistress," Russian Blue told her, "I've cum once
already, and now they've gotten me close to orgasm number two. Sometime you
should let them show you how skilled their tongues are."

"Are they really that good?" she demanded, "I hadn't even thought about
using them as actual sex-slaves."

"You have milk on the brain, Mistress, no insult intended. Oh fuck! Here!
Watch!" he sighed, and with that his cock erupted and painted the slaves'
happy faces with thick sperm.

"Perfect," Catwoman said as the slaves licked each other's faces clean of
man-cream, "Put them away for now. I need to think about this."

Whatever thinking she did she didn't take long at it. That night the
cum-cows, hard and ready to be milked as usual, found that Catwoman,
instead of being dressed like an Egyptian goddess, wore some sort of Betty
Page cat-girl inspired lingerie. She pointed to the floor in front of her
and said, "Kneel."

They fell to their knees and looked up at the woman who was the center of
their world (since she was the only person who could authorize an orgasm
for them).

"Show me what you can do with those tongues, boys."

Catwoman leaned back into a hammock seat and spread her legs. Though no
hierarchy had been established among the cum-cow slaves, Aquaman dove into
the Vee made by her legs and started working on the villainess' woman
parts. Apparently the sea king had learned something from his liaisons with
Meara of Atlantis because he went right for the money and had Catwoman
moaning theatrically in moments. When she got tired of him, Green Arrow
took over, showing his mistress some of the oral tricks he'd used to make
Black Canary scream. Finally Robin, a pussy-eating virgin, was given his
chance. He bumbled (cunt was different from cock), but between his blond
co-slaves' suggestions and Catwoman's tender but demanding recommendations,
he made her proud.

"Oh, Bast! Robin, I knew you had it in you!"

After putting on solo shows, the slaves combined powers and started
assaulting her with all three talented tongues at once.  "Bast yes! You
boys are good! So good! Mistress is cumming!" She screamed inarticulately
and bucked in the seat.

Buoyed by the praise, the blonds redoubled their efforts while Robin sat
back on his haunches. He looked confused.

"Damn it, Robin," Green Arrow hissed, "Didn't the Batman teach you anything
about women? Hello? Multiple orgasms? Get the fuck down here and help us
bring her off again!"

"Be kind," Catwoman said magnanimously, "This is new for my Boy-Toy Wonder,
and after all we do have all night to play."

Robin's cock twitched at that. Whenever the cock-cage was absent his shaft
expected to shoot a load, but what if she kept them tonguing her all night?
What then? Catwoman read the concern on his face—-on all their faces
since Robin was not the only with a cock that was demanding satisfaction.

"Who knows, boys. I may want a little pick me up from time to time, and
then there's breakfast to look forward to. Oh, Bast, I'm cumming again!"

Later the slaves were allowed to dose up another cup of tres leches for
their mistress.


Scene Six: Cum Slave is a State of Mind

Resisting brainwashing was something Batman had prepared his sidekick for
years earlier, but neither one of them had ever imagined Robin would be
facing anything as lengthy and as all-consuming as he was now experiencing
in Catwoman's clutches. It took less time than Robin could have imagined
for him to find himself a totally submissive sex-slave, and Green Arrow and
Aquaman were right there with him in that regard. They were all three
cum-cows and pussy-lickers for their mistress and total butt- and
suck-whores, not to mention ass-eaters, to her cadre of horny henchmen.
With no sense of time, of cause and effect, or of consequences, they
settled into the routine laid out for them. Cum and get fucked, get fucked
and cum. There was no yesterday, no tomorrow; there as only right now,
giving up their manly seed and their hot holes. And that was enough--until
it was over.