Batman awoke to find himself bound and gagged, and intricately woven work of bondage holding him fast and preventing his every move. The head of his cowl was still on, but the outer kevlar layer of the rest of his suit was gone, leaving the nanofiber undersuit exposed. He was on a bed, and to the right of him was a camera set up, reccording him. Behind him, he felt a female form slither up close, her breasts pressing against his back. A leg, long and clad in silken red, lifted gracefully into the air and came down around his waist. He felt her breath on his neck as she moved in, resting her head atop his and grasping his chin in her hand.
"This, I submit for your viewing pleasure, is the end of the bat. Whoever bids highest will have the exclusive privalege to watch as I kill him.....slowly"
She was auctioning off a snuff tape, of his life. Batman squirmed violently to try and get some small advantage that might let him escape, but every way he twisted or moved was tied fast. Her legs slid around his waist, squeezing crushingly tight.
"Now now, the customers are paying for a show. You can't go damaging the merchandise before it's ready" she said into his ear, letting her tongue flick over his ear for a moment.
Bidding lights on a computer began to flash as a 60 second time counted down. The time ticked by as Batman looked about desperately for a way out, anything he could use. But his mind kept straying back the the sexy, long, and lethal legs that would soon end his life. The combination of fear and helplessness he'd felt with them wrapped around his neck had really shaken him.
The final bid was placed, 1.5 billion. Copperhead grinned.
"You are the prize that will let me retire before I'm 25. And I suppose you'll get to retire too.....permanently" she said.
She climbed over him, rolling him onto his back, and then straddled his neck. The silky tights and the smooth fabric of her outfit left him uncomfortably aroused for the situation he was in. She reached down and grabbed the ears of his cowl, pulling his face tight to her crotch. She then rolled to the side, rolling him onto his stomach and lifted her legs into the air and crossed them, beginning to squeeze. No air getting to him, and her legs were ensuring he never got far enough away from her body that he'd be able to breath. She giggled and moaned as his struggles began to excite her, causing her to squeeze tighter. He began bucking and squirming and thrashing as she screamed in ecstacy, gyrating her thighs and pulling on his cowl. Too late, Batman realized that his struggling was what she wanted. She wasn't trying to suffocate him or strangle him. She was trying to drown him. She came, the liquid rushing into his nose and around his gag, his deperate lungs taking it in before he could stop them. His mind swam, and all he could think of was the silky legs and how they felt as they ended his life. Slowly everything faded.
Copperhead felt Batman stop struggling, and laughed. She tighened her legs together, and twisted her hips violently, a loud crack signifiying Batman's neck was broken.
"Ahhhhh.........that was the most satisfying kill I've ever made......"
The End
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