You wake up

You wake up in total darkness, total silence, even the wheezy sounds of the air conditioner finally gone. You can feel you’re bound, sitting down naked on a large padded chair, and then you feel a leather-gloved hand pulling on your cock, massaging it, getting it hard. Not that much massaging is needed with your memories of Carrie from earlier giving the hands a head-start.

And then you feel her weight on your thighs, as she slides your cock inside her, and then she’s bouncing on you, and all you can see is a bat signal fluttering in front of your eyes, as you hear her moans, feel her moistness.

The bat hovers and flits over you, as she works you nearer and nearer to climax. You hear Carrie’s voice, now husky. “I’m the goddamn fucking Batman.” She pauses. “And I’m goddamn going to fuck with you.”

You feel yourself about to explode, but then she suddenly moves off you, your dick sputtering, ruining your orgasm.

And then the light goes on. A magnesium flare that blinds you. As your vision come into focus, you see her, standing there, wearing a Batman outfit.

“Welcome to the Batcave,” she says, “with all of my wonderful toys.”

You look around, see the walls, see the restraints, the whips, the giant dinosaur in a gimp mask, and realise it’s more like a dungeon.

“How do you fancy a threesome?” she asks, interrupting your thoughts, and then two more Carrie Kelleys appear. One is the first Carrie Kelley you met, in her tight sexy Robin outfit, a large black leather batpole strapped to her crotch, and then Catgirl skates into view, and circles around you, her claws just missing you.

“This is where it gets graphic,” says Batman. “Where it gets novel. Your night’s about to get so much darker.” She takes her big boot and rests it on the front of the chair you're strapped into, dangerously close to your genitals. “It’s just us here, some girls and a guy. So, tell me, who’s the Master Race?”