'In the Shadow of Bane'
(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 those characters for another walk. 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 Story... )
Chapter 10, "Lubricant... Lube you can..."
In the final edit of the special, the screen showed Shiva moving towards the upside down Catwoman with the chloroform cloth in hand, then a fade to black.
The screen then began to brighten again, regaining focus. Catwoman's eyes fluttered open. She took in her surroundings. She saw the abandoned crates, some were now open. She saw a familiar van, its door still open. This was the loading bay. Shiva hadn't taken her far.
She became aware of two booted feet and a pair of familiar warm legs either side of her head. Her chin was nestled close to the flaccid cock of her accomplice, Batgirl. She could feel the gentle rise and fall of her steady breath from below her. She was lying on top of her. It was almost the perfect position for a great sixty nine... If the circumstances were different... She felt her cock start to harden at the idea.
There was a barely audible whisper... "Oh no! Damn it Cats, you'll give us away!"
The Catwoman barely had time to realise the implication when she observed Batgirl's own cock begin to swell. Well at least it looked like she wasn't the only one affected by the situation. Bad though it was, the sense of illicit arousal could not be denied.
There was a chuckle from just out of sight.
"Oh Doctor! It looks like we have a pulse," the voice was full of dangerous mirth, it could only be that of Cheshire.
"Two pulses," said a refined voice. That one surely belonged to Lady Shiva.
Batgirl and Catwoman craned to see past each other's wayward limbs.
Standing a few feet away were Cheshire and Shiva. Naked and glorious. In one hand Shiva held a small tub of... something. Batgirl could just about make out part of a Luther Corp logo on it. Cheshire dipped three fingers of a hand into it, then brought the hand down to her already stiff member. It was glistening, shiny under the lighting. Her hand wrapped around it and began to stroke along the length, coating it further. As they watched, mesmerised, Shiva too dipped her fingers in the substance. Catwoman watched the imposing figures hand descend teasingly slowly. Then smooth its way along her own impressive rod. The cock shone, slippery... oily... rampant.
The fingers dipped and massaged several more times. Greasy appendages began to make the super heroes' minds wander towards dark possibilities. All the time the villains maintained eye contact with the two heroes. Shiva to Catwoman, Cheshire to Batgirl. Eyes would drop on occasions, but were always drawn back to the tub of lube or a slicked up ramrod.
The fingers dipped once more, but this time the shiny fingers slid around the other's weapon. Cheshire's greasy hand roamed about Shiva's heavy member. Her face became a challenging smirk. Teasing Batgirl with thought of pleasures denied. When her companion's fingers began to slip and slide in return, the smirk vanished, replaced with an aroused shudder and sultry smile.
Shiva's stance was one of arrogant confidence. Her powerful frame, toned and athletic. Her haughty demeanour was both alluring and a cause for trepidation. It begged the carnal question of what would she be capable of? Whilst fearfully wandering in dread, just what 'would' she be capable of?
Cheshire too gave an aura of dangerous intent. Her smaller frame would twist and flex depending on Shiva's touch. Though not as imposing, her musculature suggested explosive potential. Her eyes glinted through half closed lids, a sign of her sexual appetite. There was a yearning there that would never be satisfied, and a resolve that suggested it would never be abandoned.
She whispered something to Shiva who smiled wickedly and took a step towards Catwoman. As she moved she stretched her arms above her head. Her glistening cock swayed heavily. Her left hand came back down, and slid effortlessly along it. As she got closer, she picked up a second tub of the gel-like substance, from a previously unnoticed table. Neither Batgirl or Catwoman could see what else rested there. Shiva stepped around in front of the transfixed Catwoman. Her eyes fixed on the rod as yet more of the tub's contents were applied to it. She found herself licking her lips in anticipation of what could, or more likely, would happen next.
Batgirl's view was no less future affirming. Cheshire tilted her head and smiled. She stepped lightly towards the red-headed hero, dipping her fingers into the tub, one more time.
"Ah, the Bat and Cat," smiled Cheshire, she shuddered as she ran her gel coated hand along her length, "finally about to face the consequences."
"You don't scare us," declared Batgirl, "help is on its way already, I'll bet."
"No." whispered Shiva quietly, but so firmly, that they both knew it to be true.
"Correct," said Cheshire, grinning as she related the next piece of information, "Your clever transponders are currently speeding across Gotham on a pair of 'Go Eat' delivery bikes. It'll be a long time before anyone realises you're actually missing."
"Plenty of time for all of us to have some fun." stated Shiva, stepping closer to Catwoman's face. An aroma was coming off the woman that her captive hadn't been aware of before. It smelt... it smelt good.
"Whatever you do to us, the heroes of this city will find out," said Batgirl angrily, before adding the cringe filled phrase, "You'll never get away with this."
"Get away with it?" asked Shiva incredulously.
"Oh, we have no need to get away with it," said Cheshire, "we're merely going to show the world who you are."
Batgirl looked at her with a face of complete confusion. The Catwoman though only had eyes for the enticing meaty weapon being manipulated in front of her. She felt her mouth producing saliva. She wanted that cock, correction, she needed that cock.
"You see Batgirl," said Cheshire as she began to jack herself a little more energetically, "there are cameras and microphones all over this place. Recording everything."
"If you unmask us, someone else will take up the mantle," countered Batgirl confidently, "who we are doesn't matter. It's 'what we are' that people have faith in."
"Yes," agreed Cheshire, her eyes seeming to take on a slightly manic aspect, "faith... faith in what you are, is everything."
Batgirl couldn't understand what she was getting at. Even as she contemplated it, she got a whiff of the strange aroma, like a mixture of spices or similar. She felt her own cock lurch. From her upside down point of view, her eyes locked on to Cheshire's turgid member. The assassin stepped closer. The thick shaft's surface seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the light. It looked... beautiful?
"You see, we're not going to unmask you," said Cheshire, her hand slicked the surface of her rod again, directly above the Batgirls head. "We're going to show Gotham what 'kind' of people you really are."
Batgirl breathed in the heady smell again. A bead of Cheshire pre-cum had gathered dangerously on the tip of the cock. It was only inches above her head. It looked.... delicious. Her mind... it was being clouded by the scent. It was smothering her ability to reason, her ability to think.
"You've done something to us, drugged us?" she asked, it was a question based more in hope than knowledge. Praying it was true.
"No, sorry. You're not drugged," replied Cheshire, lust now was imposing itself on her nature, "admittedly this lubricant we're using, it's a Luther Corp experiment gone wrong. They were trying to create a substance to boost a subject's confidence. It worked, but only in one, very specific way."
Cheshire continued to jack her cock above Batgirl's head. She began to lower her balls sack towards the redhead's mouth.
"By accident they created a powerful aphrodisiac. People lost their sexual inhibitions," chuckled Cheshire, "problem was it affected everyone. Everyone it came in contact with."
"So that's you plan," groaned Batgirl, she was fighting the impulse to lick at the soft pink nut sack, "You restrain us and then force us to do unwanted sexual acts?"