In The Shadow Of Bane Pt 03

'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?"

Emi glanced from the toy to Sunny, "You'll never make me talk."

"Never is a long time," whispered Shaylah, speaking from a crouched position on Emi's right. As she spoke her left hand slid under the restrained girl's thigh and gently cupped the low hanging balls. She fondled them, testing their weight, gauging their size.

Emi held her breath aware that things could easily take a dark turn here. If Shaylah or Sunny turned out to be cruelly sadistic. She really was completely helpless. Shaylah watched transfixed as her captives cock twitched, and a long drip of pre-cum lengthened before dropping to the floor. She moved from the heavy balls to the slick pussy beyond. Emi was sopping wet. Shaylahs gloved fingers eased along the lips drawing tendrils of the girl's natural lubricant along with them.

She incredulously raised her eyebrows at Sunny.

"My lips are sealed," whispered Emi, despite the obvious evidence to the contrary.

Sunny flicked the speed control on the red toy. It sprung into buzzing life. The tone suggested its lowest setting. She touched the red toy to the girl's chest.

"You know we made that little ole Bane sing in the end," said Sunny, her mouth close to Emi's ear, "what makes you think you'll last longer."

Emi arched her back slightly as the toy was manoeuvred onto her right breast. The Nipple was already stiffly erect. She tried to twist it, to bring it into contact with the buzzing device.

"Oh no, no, no." said Sunny, moving the toy out of range, "not until you answer this, smallest of little questions."

Emi looked quizzically at Sunny, and then looked down at Shaylah. The blonde leaned her head on the trapped girl's thigh and smirked. Then repeated the question.

"Why do you think you'll be able to resist," Shaylah paused and winked before continuing, "better that the majestic Bane?"

Emi looked blankly, then suddenly remembered her line. In a sultry practised voice she repeated the crucial line that Mizu had drilled into her.

"Because I have trained for years to endure orgasm denial tortures," she said forcefully, "the pain means nothing to me. My mind is shielded against your methods."

Shaylah grinned, Sunny mouthed the word 'perfect' to Emi. In the dark corner Mizu had whispered the words even as Emi said them. What a set up.

"Well that's unfortunate," said Sunny with a frown, "and to think we're so good at denial." Despite her best efforts her Louisianan accent just wouldn't be suppressed. "What is a crime fight'n hero to do?."

"Well," said Shaylah, almost yowling the word, "we could always use an alternative tactic?"

As she spoke her gloved hand began to encircle Emi's rigid erection. The cool leather with its ribs and folds contrasted sharply with cock's tightness and heat. The girl gasped at the contact, and tried her best to stifle an almost joyful laugh.

"How so my little kitty delight?" asked Sunny, her accent completely taking over. Even as she spoke she pressed the red toy against Emi's previously denied nipple. The reaction was an instant "Oh fuck yes!" from Emi.

"Well if she's hardened to denial," replied Shaylah, now starting to stroke her hand up and down, "let's see how much pleasure she can endure. Let's give her an orgasm overload."

"Oh my!" said Sunny, giving Emi a sideways glance, "one person's pain is another's pleasure, we'll just have to see if that works both ways."

"I thought you were supposed to be... oh Yes! That's nice!' gasped Emi. As she attempted to perform her lines, Shaylah had moved around in front of her and was starting to lap and lick at the crown of Emi's cock. She was having a hard time concentrating.

"Oh, um.... that's amazing... umm... Yes, right, No! Concentrate! Fuck Yes," said Emi, groaning and gasping as Shaylah began to slide the head of the cock past her teeth. The Cheshire cosplayer was flipping between clenching her eyes shut, as if fighting to keep focused, and being wide eyed at the sensations the little blonde was causing. She tried once more to get the lines out.

"I thought you were... ooooh... you were.... supposed to be the goooood... oh that's so good.. oh that's really fucking good...No! Oh god" she gasped, as Shaylah began to bob her head pulling more of Emi's cock deeper and deeper.

"I.... thought... you..." groaned Emi, as Shaylah sank her face to her groin and pulled completely free and salaciously licked her lips. In the brief pause Emi took her chance and blurted out her line.

"Ithoughtyouweresupposedtobethegoodguys!!!" she finally managed. The pitch of her voice rose to squeal at the end as Shaylah engulfed her cock deeply again.

She relaxed as if having passed some sort of test and gave herself over to the moment. She felt her rigid member encased in warm wetness. The crown being driven deep into Shaylahs throat. The constant grip and release. The strange active motions of the blondes tongue as it seemed to lash at her, tasting her. She knew she wasn't going to last long at all.

The buzzing dildo began to investigate her other nipple as she felt a pair of teeth pull at the first. Her eyes flicked open, she hadn't been aware she'd closed them. Actually she'd been clenching them. She could see Sunny sucking and nipping at her. Her eyes twinkled as if she knew how good this felt. Beyond she could see Catwoman's head bobbing up and down rapidly. She was in one of their productions now, and it was even more intense that she'd imagined.

Oh dear lord she could feel herself starting to let go. Like a tidal wave she was starting to crash. Shaylah must have sensed it too. She released the cock from her mouth and began to jack it rapidly whilst still tonguing the crown and glands relentlessly.

"Oh here she blows," she announced, as Emi started thrusting rhythmically with her, "this cats giving up the cream."

Rope after rope of thick cum blasted forth lunching across the set. Emi moaned and rolled her eyes, a strange blissed out smile crossing her face, as she emptied her balls for the first time.

"Oh you cum a lot," said Sunny, watching the organic fireworks. Emi was unsure whether that was in character comment, or just an observation.

As the velocity began to reduce Emi half fancied she saw a sudden jet of cum launch from a darkened corner. Her eyes had just started to focus in on that space, when she felt Shaylahs lips envelope her again. She jolted in shock. Her oozing staff still feeling incredibly sensitive. Shaylah glanced up assessing her reaction. Noted the briefest sign of disappointment as she slipped off her again, and the fascinated eagerness as she lay out her tongue to lavishly lick.

The Cheshire cosplayer gripped the hands rests, knuckle white tight, as Shaylah pulled her tongue upwards. One glorious moist lick that seemed to abrade the tender surface and rasp at the edge of her bishop's mitre.

"Uunghh!" an inaudible groan, somewhere between agony and ecstasy.

Her hips jerked uncontrollably as the little blonde blew across the freshly wetted area. The tongue teased the crown for a moment, causing the captives legs to tense in their restraints. Shaylah held up one hand, curling her fingers into a clawed shape. She watched for her captive's reaction.

A shiver and a momentary flicker of the tongue were all the acknowledgement she needed. Emi gasped and jerked wildly against her restraints. Leather clad finger tips raked down the side of her shaft in one torturous unhurried pass.

"Wuuhuurghh!" she gasped. Not words, just the idea of words. Her sensitive flesh caused her to reel at the touch. By the time the knuckles started on their return ascension, she was huffing and puffy, gulping in air.

"Oh that looks like it's angry," declared Sunny, as she examined the throbbing flesh.

She had slipped in beside an accommodating Shaylah. Their eyes roamed hungry over Emi's virtually glowing member. A steady stream of pearlescent fluid was exuding from the tip. Her erection hadn't even had the chance to consider fading. Sunny blew softly, just where the bell met the rod. Both costumed heroes burst out laughing watching Emi spasm and convulse again.

"Ooooh," goaded Sunny, pulling a sad face, "is it a little bit touchy?"

Emi couldn't answer, she was mentally climbing the walls. Her eyes were barely able to focus. It was such a beautiful agony. From far away she seemed to hear Sunny's next question. "Should I kiss it better?" She gave no known response, just felt her pleasure centre overload as a pair of hot wet lips seemed to savage her.

"Eeeeiiieee!" she squealed giddily.

"Hmm," said Shaylah, as she started to jerk the lower, and less sensitive, reaches of Emi's member. Her brow furrowed as she continued, "I'm not sure we completely emptied those balls first time."

Sunny looked startled, her face a mask of surprise. She learned forward and gave Emi's member a rasping long lick. The captive cosplayer gasped, "Mmmufffuggarhuh!" Her whole body shuddered. Legs pulling and straining in their housing.

"Oh!" exclaimed Sunny, her hand cupped Emi's already damp ball sack. The stream of pre-cum had begun to wet them."I think you're right," she stated, bouncing the girls family jewels, "I think there quite a bit in there." Her tongue licked its way up through the dribbling pre-cum, and right across the already tender glands.