The Meeting - Part 8

I was contemplating all the wicked and vile things I would do to Dr. J the next time I ran into him when I realized I wasn't wearing my boots. I wasn't wearing my boots. Oh my God! The cunt took my boots!

This was a declaration of war. I would not hold back the next time I met Dr. J. He would feel the bite of my whip this time.

I was so involved in my fantasy that I failed to notice the enemy had arrived, and was closing fast.

I fought like the devil, but unarmed and unclothed it was soon over and I was their prisoner. I was also incredibly turned on.

They took me to an empty structure, several miles away, and left me to ponder the error of my ways.

I had no idea if my guards were male or female, but I offered everything in an effort to be untied.

Then I heard the muted sounds of fighting. I wondered vaugely about it, but was certain it had nothing to do with me.

(Meanwhile, in the outer room, Dr. J is beating the shit out of the enemy with a flaming torch.)

I recognized the bullwhip that wound around the trolls. The evil Dr. J was here to rescue me. I was never going to be able to live that down.

After we got back to the batcave, however, I found myself rethinking my gratitude for the man.

"Well my little batbitchlet, you didn't think I was done with you did you?"

"I am soooooo going to kill you when I get out of these bonds!"

"Ha! I'm going to take you in ways you've never been taken before. By the time I'm done with you, no other man will ever be able to satisfy you. Not even close."

"Never!"

He slid that wicked grin at me and I could see it in his eyes...he could, and would do exactly as he promised.

I was doomed.

To be continued...