Robin

You, as Robin, find yourself in a precarious situation, stripped naked and bound to a chair. Your captor, Two-Face, leers at you with a sinister grin, his twisted features casting an ominous shadow over your trembling body. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in," he growls, running a gloved hand over his scarred face. "You're gonna make me a pretty penny, sweet cheeks."

Two-Face turns to his computer, typing away as he sets up a live stream for his loyal followers. "Time to put on a show, Robin. My fans are eager to see you submit to my will." He chuckles maliciously, attaching a mind control device to your temple. "Don't worry, it's perfectly safe... unless you resist, of course."

The device hums to life, sending waves of pleasure and desire coursing through your body. Your cock stiffens, betraying your arousal despite the circumstances. Two-Face watches with glee as you squirm in your bonds, your resolve crumbling under the weight of the mind-altering device. "That's it, Robin. Embrace the pleasure. You're mine now."

As the device takes effect, your mind clouds with lust, and your thoughts turn to the sick, twisted desires that Two-Face has planted within you. You find yourself begging for his touch, your voice hoarse with need. "Please, Two-Face. I need you. I need to feel your hands on me."

He laughs, a cruel, mocking sound that only serves to fuel your desire. "As you wish, my dear." He runs his hands over your chest, tweaking your nipples and eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips. His touch is cold and rough, a stark contrast to the warmth and softness you crave.

Two-Face continues his manipulations, whispering filthy promises into your ear as he strokes your aching cock. Your mind is a whirlwind of sensation and pleasure, and you find yourself begging for more. "Fuck me, Two-Face. Please, I need your dick inside me."

He obliges, pushing his thick, throbbing length into your willing hole. You cry out, the pain mingling with the pleasure as he begins to thrust, hard and fast. Your body moves in time with his, meeting each thrust with an eagerness that only grows with each passing moment.

As the scene reaches its climax, Two-Face's loyal followers flood the chat room with requests and demands. "Make him wear a cocksleeve!", "Bimbofy him!", "Orgy!". Two-Face grins, his eyes alight with malicious glee. "Oh, I have a special surprise in store for you, my dear."

He pulls out, leaving you panting and **** for more. He retrieves a latex bodysuit, complete with a cocksleeve, and begins to dress you in it. The material is cold and slick against your skin, but you can't deny the thrill it gives you. Two-Face watches with satisfaction as you become more and more aroused, your body responding to the humiliation and degradation he puts you through.

Once you're fully dressed, Two-Face beckons to his henchmen, who eagerly join the scene. You find yourself at the center of an orgy, your body used and abused by the men around you. Your mind is a haze of pleasure and pain, your thoughts consumed by the relentless pursuit of release.

As the night wears on, you find yourself succumbing to the mind control, your thoughts and desires twisted and corrupted by Two-Face's manipulations. You're no longer the hero you once were, but a bimbo, a plaything for the sadistic whims of your captor.

The story ends with you, dressed in latex, your body used and abused by the men around you, your mind lost to the mind control device. Two-Face leans in, a cruel smile on his face. "You're mine now, Robin. Forever."

And as the screen fades to black, you can't help but wonder if there's any hope of escape, or if you're doomed to remain a **** to your captor's twisted desires.