'In the Shadow of Bane'
(Part 3 of 8)
(This story is set in the world of 'The F.U.T.A.' It is a sequel to a story I co-wrote with squarepeg3d for his comic series. That comic is called 'Bane of all Things.' The title was a bit of a play on words. It was a joy to work on and I've been given his permission to take them all for another walk. It's the truest form of fan fiction. This new story was written with BillyBatson the actual mastermind and creator of Emiko Kasunaga and her guardian/bodyguard Mizu. I had plenty of back and forth with him about how his characters would behave and react in all the situations the story throws up. His input was priceless and is one of the reasons I'm so proud of our tale. So please enjoy our tale... It's a bit of a biggy)
Chapter 7, "And... Action!"
Emiko had seen the cinematic scripts and graphics that Sapphire and Silk had created. The specials introduction started with their very stylish S&S Logo. Then a first line of exposition....
Months had passed since Batgirl and Catwoman had humiliated the fearsome Bane. They had successfully extracted, amongst other things, information on one of his closest allies. Now a new opportunity had presented itself.
Working from an anonymous tip off, the two have their eyes on a lone figure. A lone figure who, it appeared, had just unloaded a van into a disused warehouse. The packages had the 'Luther Corp' logo, but the figure was no 'Luther Corp' employee...
Emi could barely contain herself. The cameras were rolling. This was so exciting. She just had to keep her head, keep the plot in mind and not totally screw up her lines. Right now, she was just grateful for the Cheshire Cat mask, because she was grinning from ear to ear. Admittedly so was the mask, but it was intended to. Her character was supposed to be aloof and confident, not giggling like a child at Christmas. Control, control, control, just breathe and stay calm.
"My, my, my look what the cat dragged in," came a voice. Emi spun around to see Shaylah reclined on a nearby crate. She was barely aware of a completely black clad Rose shifting her camera's focus to Shaylah. Ingrid, similarly kitted out, still had her camera on her.
Emi had to admit Shaylah looked incredible in the tight leather custom. The character suited her as well. If she hadn't had the lines drilled into her, she might have just stood there ogling silently. Instead her reply came out as a pure reaction. As ever Mizu's regimented practice had saved the day. She made a note to thank her, for that, and so many other things.
"Be careful little kitty, this cat has claws," said Emi, spinning her twin latex Sai into her hands, and taking up a fighting pose.
"Claws yes," replied Shaylah with a smile, as she pointed over Emi's shoulder, "but this kitty brings numbers."
The cat masked figure looked over her shoulder at Sunny posing heroically atop another set of crates.
"Well Cheshire looks like we have the drop on you," smiled the Batgirl cosplayer, "it's two to one and we have you flanked, how could you have ever let that happen?"
"Yeah," replied Emi, her voice echoed slightly as she made a display of dropping her Sai, "how could I have ever."
She removed the mask, careful to not pull her wig off as well. A grin spread across her face, "Well now that you have my attention, what do you wish to talk about?"
"Well let's start with the contents of these crates," said Sunny, stepping down from her position, "they're clearly not yours."
"What can I say," smirked Emi, warming to her character, "I've never seen them before, they just happened to be here when I arrived."
"So you just found them did you?" laughed Shaylah, sitting up, "you just arrived, and there they were?"
"Something like that," said Emi, smiling slyly.
"So then you were here for some other reason?" enquired Sunny with her best Nancy Drew gotcha voice.
"Yes!" added Shaylah, slamming her fist into an open palm, and jumping to the same conclusion, with equally hammy acting.
Emi said nothing, but her eyes wandered to the invoice sheet on the crate next to Shaylah. The Catwoman cosplayers' eyes followed.
"You'd better tell us why you were here Cheshire," announced Sunny in her most righteous voice, "it'll go easier with the DA if you cooperate."
"No chance Bat brains," laughed Emi, throwing back her head as she spoke, "there's no way you'll make 'me' talk."
"Is that so my trapped little feline," smirked Shaylah, her eyes roaming over the invoice sheet, "that sounds like a challenge."
She smiled wickedly and handed the clipboard to Sunny. Emi's eyes watched the sheet pass from one to the other, barely able to keep a smile off her face.
"I think we have everything at our disposal to make you very talkative," said Shaylah, staring at Emi like a predator on the hunt.
Sunny's eyes lit up. She looked back at her companion with an evil grin. One that was completely at odds with her heroic character's persona.
"Oh I have to agree," said Sunny, visibly licking her lips and looking at Cheshire with a ravenous hunger, "I think we'll have you singing in no time."
"Oh! Oh! You wouldn't," said Emi with her most shocked expression.
The camera began to focus in closer and closer as Sunny and Shaylah reached out for the belt that held Emi's green tunic together.
"Oh no!" she gulped and then licked her lips as the camera closed in on only her face, "I think they might." As the shot faded to darkness she winked and smiled.
Fade to black....
The camera began to refocus and slowly drew back. It revealed a very altered scenario. Emi, in the remains of her 'Cheshire Cat' costume could be seen, firmly secured to some sort of apparatus. It had a padded back support and two padded armrests, but no seat. Instead there were a pair of thigh and foot supports. Luxuriously padded, covered in leather. They also had matching restraints of course. Her arms and legs were firmly held in their allocated positions. Various straps and buckles festooned the contraption ensuring they remained so. A further broad soft leather strap encircled her waist. securing her to the back pad. It's all very comfortable, as well as restrictive.
The shot changed to a closer, tighter focus. Emi's small, but perfect, breasts filled the view. They rose and fell as she panted. Then jiggled left and right delightfully as she pulled on the restraints, testing them. Displaying to the camera's eye that she was immobile. That she was a captive. That she was at the mercy of others.
A gloved hand, with a bat motif, entered the frame. Its fingers walked their way down Emi's shoulder, making their leisurely path to one of Emi's stiff nipples. The thumb flicked it up and down before fingers made a grip. It was pulled and tweaked, eliciting a gasp, then released.
The camera pulled back as the fingers pulled and worried her nipple again. Emi arched her back and moaned at the touch. Defenceless to prevent it. The action was torturous, or would have been, if it hadn't been obvious that the captive was pushing her chest out to meet each touch. Emi's face seemed intent on the wandering fingers. Her tongue licked her lips as her eyes followed the hand's movements. Moaning every time the gloved hand gripped or released. In the foreground her rigid member ticked and tocked through the frame like a purple and pink version of a piano metronome. It shifted into focus, fully erect, tipping left to right with Emi's movements. Several rivulets of clear fluid had trailed its length. A further drip was already forming.
The camera panned to Shaylah as she stepped into the scene. The close fitting catsuit was gone. She still wore the boots and gloves, as well as the character's headgear. However this just drew attention to the rest of her. Her pale skin and perking breasts. Her stiff rod, which waved back and forth as she moved. Her tight little peach of an ass, and her wicked devious smile. Her heels clicked as she stalked towards the apparatus. She looked like trouble and that was what she dealt in.
Sunny was already waiting on the other side. She was similarly attired. Meaning she was also almost completely naked. Only the boots, gloves and headgear of her Batgirl costume remained. With one small addition. She still retained her utility belt. Similar in build to Shaylah, her skin wasn't as pale, having maintained the semblance of a tan. Her lips were possibly more sensual. Eyes more forgiving. Even naked, and sporting full blooded erection, she gave off an air of detached innocence.
The pair looked at each other and nodded. Acknowledging that 'the time' had come. They then turned their attention to Emi. Placing their hands on the restrained girls shoulders they slowly pushed backwards. The whole apparatus tilted about thirty degrees, stopping with a satisfying clunk. The devilish duo then place hands on Emi's legs, slowly pull them wide apart. Again the contraption facilitated the motion. There was a satisfying 'thunk' as something locked in place.
"Oh goodness," moaned Emi lustily. She was completely exposed, defenceless. Her cock twitched and she felt herself shudder. She must look so lewd to anyone watching. She was starkly aware of how wet her pussy was. Looking down she could see her pre-cum oozing. Her cock felt taut, hot, desperate to be touched. It felt so erotic, and Shaylah and Sunny had barely touched her yet.
She was not the only one enjoying the eroticism of the moment. In a dark unlit corner of the set Mizu watched unseen. Initially she was just making sure things didn't get out of hand, or at least that was what she had told herself. The scene in front of her was just like the vignettes she had seen on the 'Sapphire and Silk's' site, but this one starred her own beautiful Emiko. She had been unsure how she would feel. As an idea, she had been apprehensive, it did not sound enjoyable. Now however as it unfolded in front of her.... She had a good look around. Made sure she could not be seen, and then pulled her tight costume pants down to her thighs. It was a blessed relief to finally get herself in hand. In front of her the action began to unfold.
Emi's eyes were fixed on the large red dildo that Sunny was waving around in front of her. She recognised it, she had one just like it. It was called 'The Bun, Bun'. It was moulded off Bunny Markes, one of the FUTA owners. Its internal workings had been designed by Sunny. It had quite a kick and was one of her favourites. This one had a little addition she'd not seen before, a little strap in a loop. She wondered about it for about a second as Sunny brought the toy closer and closer to her mouth.
"Well we'll give you a little chance, you know, before we get started," said Sunny, with a sly smile, "Tell us little Cheshire, just what is it you were doing here?"
