ad time. He didn't even

hear it when Robin's gasps and shrieks turned into full-blown screams. The

Pied Piper, meanwhile, sat tentedly watg the entire ordeal, staring

at Robin's torted fad relishing every crack of the whip and every

tormented scream.

When Robin had been lashed from head to toe, Catman walked around the

boy's body and faced him head on. "Now we'll see what you're really made

of," he said in a dark, low purr. Robin at this point could barely hold up

his head. He was drenched with sweat, his long black hair matted and

falling into his eyes. Catman brought the whip down against Robin's

heaving chest owice, three times. Robin had arched his body as much

as he could, bending over backwards and tilting his head back so the whip

wouldn't hit his face or eyes. That left his chest and abs all the more

exposed, and Catman tio lash them relentlessly. Finally, he

curled the whip and expertly aimed it, letting fly a perfect blow that

flicked the tip of the whip against Robin's cock. Robi out a

bloodcurdling scream and then, mercifully, passed out, his body going slack

in his restraints.

"Good job, Catman," said the Piper. "I hope you e as much as

I did. We'll bathe him and treat his wounds, give him his nightly enema,

and put him to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day for Robin. The Joker and the

Riddler have both promised to be here for Robin's last day oh."

Part 5

This time when Robin woke up, he found himself laying on a padded mat. He

was still naked but for the first time, wasn't tied up or bound in some way.

He stood up and massaged his arms and legs, cheg himself out. His

wounds had beeed with a soothing salve and most of the whip marks had

receded to fais, except for a nasty gash on his cheek where Catman's

whip had caught his face, and a cut across one nipple that would ime

to heal. His body was still spotted with lumps and bruises from the

beatings he'd taken, but over all, Robin decided, he was still iy

good shape, even if he still didn't know where he was or how long he'd been

knocked out. It could have been two hours or two weeks since his last

punishment session with the Pied Piper.

Suddenly, bright lights snapped on around him and Robin could see

several shadowy figures staring down at him through tinted plate-glass

windows above his head. Robin was in some sort of amphitheater, with padded

walls and floor, almost like a 3-D wrestling ring. The teen titan could