Storm was attacked by not one, but two of the bat family this time. Only Bat Bitch couldn't handle it and ran away. Leaving the Boy Robbin there all alone to fend for himself. It's not surprising that he ends up strapped to her St Andrews Cross. Naked except for his mask and gloves. She likes being reminded about who it is she's got in her clutches. But this isn't Robbin's first time here. And when she enters the room wearing her claw, he knows what's coming.

She tickles him in all of his sensitive areas. The armpits, nipples, under his chin, stomach, sides, inner thighs, even his dick...

Storm was attacked by not one, but two of the bat family this time. Only Bat Bitch couldn't handle it and ran away. Leaving the Boy Robbin there all alone to fend for himself. It's not surprising that he ends up strapped to her St Andrews Cross. Naked except for his mask and gloves. She likes being reminded about who it is she's got in her clutches. But this isn't Robbin's first time here. And when she enters the room wearing her claw, he knows what's coming.

She tickles him in all of his sensitive areas. The armpits, nipples, under his chin, stomach, sides, inner thighs, even his dick & balls. It tickles, but those metal finger tips hurt just as much. His body is so confused. And they are about to be even more so, because Storm likes his dick, and begins to play with it. She might even let the little bird boy have one last orgasm before completely destroying him.