Breathing hard through his nose, and gritting his teeth, Batman finally found the slot in the jumpsuit. With his left hand in his shorts, he managed to rearrange himself with his rock-hard dick lying flat against the bottom of his belly. When he finally straightened he was confronted by the sight of Vicki looking like a sacrifice to some pagan god of lust: eyes wide, lips parted, hair loose, breasts exposed. He wanted to save her. He wanted to...to...take her. He wanted to...he didn't even know. He just effing wanted." Then the voice spoke again.

"She's gorgeous isn't she? So dainty, so helpless, and so fuck-able!" The last word came...