Now blind and bound, you were at his mercy. It was intimidating to say the least. Images of his victims fluttered through your mind. The way they had died terrified and wild like animals. This was different you knew, this was a trap you had willingly allowed yourself to fall into.

 You were pulled from your thoughts by a pair of rough lanky hands pawing at your breasts through your shirt. Their touch held a mix of hunger and a slight hesitation. Almost as if he was learning this new contact. His lips met yours, chapped and rough. You met his kisses with eagerness as you started to crave all that he could give you. Mouth consumed mouth in a wicked battle for complete consumption. His tongue invaded your mouth with a harsh intensity, exploring every millimeter. 

When that proved not enough for him, he made his way to your neck. Biting and lapping at the delicate skin and muscle, coaxing a pathetic whine from you. His hands moved from their rough groping to carefully unbuttoning your blouse, working his way down in slow deliberate movements. The exposure made you blush, wishing you could see what you looked like in front of him. Now fully unbuttoned, he pulled away for a short moment, fingers playing with the lacey borders of your bra.

“Do you always wear such tantalizing little pieces under your clothes, or did you put these on in hopes the Scarecrow would take you tonight?” he whispered as if to himself. Without waiting for an answer he pushed your tits out, exposing your hardened nipples to the cold air. 

The only response you could give was an arching of your back into his hands, silently begging for more. Too anxious to put your needs into words. Eagerly his mouth connected with your pert nipples, harshly biting and sucking. The pain his sharp teeth elicit was pleasurably awful, furthering your already aroused state. You could feel the wondrous thump of your heartbeat in your clit, aching for any kind of stimulation. The feeling was nearly unbearable. 

Unable to stand the need anymore, you hooked your legs around his hips, pulling his groin against your own. The hard pressure of his cock pressing into you provided a small relief to your aching cunt. His face was pushed to your neck, slipping from your breasts with a pop. A low growl escaped him and he bit down violently into your skin. A pained scream escaped you. You couldn't see the wound in your blinded state, and could not tell if he had drawn blood. Honestly, you didn't much care if he did. His hand shot to your throat, restricting the delicate veins and arteries within. “Try that again dear and I will not be so kind.” A small smile escaped you, enjoying his threatening words. 

“Dirty thing,” he scoffed, using his free hand to yank down your skirt. Now left there, only a delicate thong left to cover you from the cold laboratory, your body felt alive. “If you want something from the scarecrow you must beg.”

You let out an indignant whine, growing impatient with his teasing. His hands ran smoothly over your thighs growing closer and closer to your cunt, only increasing the need held between them. Before making contact he stilled them and pulled away. “Please Doctor Crane!” you pleaded.

A harsh slap was delivered to your inner thigh. “Doctor Crane cant help you dear.” he grabbed the bust of your hip so hard you knew you would see bruises the next day. 

“Please Scarecrow! Anything please!” the hand pinching at you loosened and smoothed over your leg to your thong. Slowly, he hooked a finger around the strap and pulled them to the side, revealing the wet mess there. He grabbed your inner thighs, pushing them gently apart until you were fully on display. His hair tickled your skin as you felt him lean down between them, his breath hot against your most sensitive area. Electricity shot through you as he licked a careful stripe up your cunt, stopping at the clit. 

Mercilessly he started to lick and suck and tease your bud, drawing an almost animalistic scream from you. You thrashed your arms against their restraints, wanting to grab onto his hair, needing something to ground you. His hand snaked its way closer to your slit, fingers gathering up the moisture. Two long rough fingers entered you. It was almost too much. You felt so tight around them, reaching so deep into you. They spread and wiggled and coaxed moan after moan from you. His spare hand groped harshly at your ass and hips as he tried to tame your wild movements. 

He was a man possessed, groaning and growling into your pussy sending vibrations through you. Lost in the moment of it all his free hand moved to grab at your tit, rough and near painful movements that left aching in their wake. You perched your ankles on his shoulders, beckoning him further into you. 

The combination of his fingers and mouth felt so intense, a tension started to build in your gut. Everything started to fade away until the only sensation you were able to process was the earth shattering explosion within you. Animalistic moans and whines escaped you as he kept working you through your orgasam. Each time you thought it was over another wave would pass over you, clenching around his fingers. He seemed to work harder, faster, rougher, now. Milking you for every bit he could get. 

Once your breathing started to slow and your body went slack he pulled away. Wiping his fingers on your thighs, furthering your already ruined state. Every muscle felt relaxed, your mind unable to focus on much other than the feel of pure bliss rocking through you. Still, you craved him. Not just what he could give you, but his pleasure as well. That divine proximity to his genius.

For a moment, you feared that was it. That he would not let himself be vulnerable to you in that way. “Doctor,” you said, jutting your chest out, trying to offer yourself once more. “I need you.” you snaked your heel up his thigh and pressed gently on his clothed erection.

“If you could only see what you do to me.” he panted, moving away your leg. His voice was soon followed by the sound of a zipper and a shuffling of clothes. He dipped a finger into the wetness between your thighs, gathering some of the juice there. Even without sight, the slight squelch and ragged breathing alerted you to his actions.

He was jerking off.

The high of your recent orgasam had begun to wane and a new hunger was struck within you. You could see him through your mind's eye, standing over your naked body tied up and heaving. His height towering over you as he pleasured himself to your wrecked form. You wished you could take him into your mouth and feel him hit the back of your throat. Your mouth watered at the thought.

“You wicked wanton thing. Ever so eager to tempt the Scarecrow.” His words were interrupted by throaty grunts. You felt his free hand start to caress your face, commanding and solid against you. “What sick fantasies do you hold, hmm? What would you ask from the master of fear?” 

He pinched your cheeks together, contorting your face into a humiliating expression. “I want you...” you managed to squeak out. “I want you, however you will take me.”

He gave a satisfied hum at your subservience. “Then open up harlot.” He panted, moving his hand to pinch your chin, slowly coaxing your mouth open. Taking the hint you stuck your tongue out as far as you could. His breath started to hitch and the sound of his hand working himself became faster and faster until you felt liquid, hot and thick fall against your face. “Take it, take all that your master has to give you.” He groaned above you, breathy and obscene. The erotic sounds had your cunt clenching, sparking a slight, empty pleasure within you. His cum continued to spray on you, the salty taste hitting your tongue. 

Once you felt him slow to a halt, you swallowed all your mouth could reach, making a show of your eagerness.