In the Shadow of Bane

'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?"

Cheshire stopped moving, then looked down between her legs at Batgirl below. There was a self satisfied smirk on her face, through her eyes smouldered lustily.

"But you're not restrained little Bat," said Cheshire. Even as she heard the words she knew they were true. There were no restraints, only the position of Catwoman prevented her getting up and walking out of here. She could kick out at Shiva. Swing a heavy blow at Cheshire's exposed nuts.... her thoughts were interrupted by Cheshire again. Cheshire placed the lube container down on a small table to one side of them.

"Anything you do now is your own choice," said the dark haired mercenary, as she spoke, a gel covered hand slithered over her balls, coating them with the glistening gel.

The scent was overpowering. The Batgirl reached out grasping Cheshire by the hips and guiding her downwards onto her face. Her tongue lapped at the shaven balls for a moment before helping to pull one into her waiting mouth. She bathed each one, nursing on them, caressing them, loving them. One hand moved around and took over stroking Cheshire's cock. Long, slow, gentle strokes. The gel covered shaft felt smooth and hot to touch. Above her she heard Cheshire coo in appreciation of her efforts.

"That's nice little hero," she laughed softly, "let everyone see the real you."

At the other end Catwomans was looking along the length of Shiva's majestic cock. She was drooling. The thing seemed so.. heavenly. Hard, thick, long. Perfect in every way. Shiva smiled warmly down at her, a hand caressing her cheek gently.

"What do you want, my little Kitten?" she asked kindly, playing to the cameras.

"I want... I want.... I really want to suck your big cock," whispered the Catwoman, partly stunned at what she'd just said. Yet also realising that it was completely true.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I heard you correctly?" asked Shiva. Mizu rotated her hips slightly and watched as Shaylah eyes followed her shining staff, left and right. "No, tell me what you really want?"

Playing a character like Shiva was fun, but Mizu felt now that character, and herself, were one in the same. She felt that Shaylah may no longer be her character either. This was what they wanted, what they all wanted.

Shaylah looked up at Mizu, seeing only Mizu now, "I really want to suck this cock, throat this cock, worship this cock" she stated, her eyes dropping to the meat presented.

"It really is a very big cock... do you think you can cope with it... do you think you can fit it all in?" asked Mizu, there was a confidence in the question, both in what it stated, and in the reply expected.

"Oh, I've sucked some big ones in my time," replied the Shaylah confidently, " but I don't think I'll enjoy them as much as this one."

Both parties smiled at the implications. Mizu took a last step forward and the Shaylah swallowed.

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"Oh that's a nasty Batgirl," gasped a delighted Emi.

Sunny had gently pushed Emi forward and was now alternating between tonguing the girls sopping pussy and licking at her tight little butt-hole. Emi's gasps of pleasure were of genuine elation. Her own fingers were now pinching and twisting at her own erect nipples. Through the cloud of pink euphoria she could see that Mizu was in a similar state of heightened bliss.

About half of the guardian's cock was gliding back and forth with consummate ease. Shaylah's oral skills were as impressive in reality, as they were in any dream. Yet remarkably this wasn't what she was particularly known for. Emi watched as the little blonde cupped a hand to the guardian's ass, a clear signal for her to push further in. Mizu grinned as she watched more of her length disappear. She began to shift her hips back and forth. Increasing the range of motion little by little. Guided by the blonde's hand as it pulled, always pulled.

Emi now felt Sunny's hands guiding her up and back. The girl's tongue trailed across her balls making her quiver happily. It began to aggressively poke and lash along the length of her hardness, until the head of it was above her mouth. Teeth, that's what felt next. It made her gasp in shock. Sunny began to gently bite the underside of the shaft. It wasn't painful, just wholly unexpected. She looked down to see Sunny looking up, a smug smile on her face. Then watched as the little redhead manoeuvred slightly and greedily pulled about a third of Emi's cock into her mouth. Her head hung slightly over the end of the padded bench. It was just the perfect angle.

Emi considered the situation. These were her friends. There were no precise stage instructions as to what they should do in this scene. Mostly because they had been unsure of how far they could push Mizu. Speaking of which, Emi glanced up at exactly the right moment to see Mizu's expression. It was a combination of pure bliss and amazement. Glancing down she could see why. Shaylah's face was now flush with the guardian's groin. She watched as the thick shaft slid about half way out, before Shaylah's hand coaxed her to thrust back in again. Mizu slid back in a single smooth motion, not stopping until the little blonde had swallowed all of it.

Below her she felt Sunny start to pull her deeper. "Oh Fuck! She gasped as the redhead's intentions became abundantly clear. Emi started to take over the motion. Pushing rather than being pulled. She was careful waiting for any sign of discomfort or resistance, but all she got were little slaps on the ass that seemed to suggest she increased the pace. Only for the fact she'd cum several times already, was preventing her blowing her load now.

The wetness and warmth were intoxicating. Sunny's tongue flicked and tickled at the upper surface of her shaft. A sensation that was so unusual it made Emi slightly giddy. Pushing deeper she felt Sunny gag and shift uncomfortably. She drew back having found their limit. Sunny's lips created a seal around her. A warm wet seal for her to push through. She became more brazen in her movements. Pushing and pumping as Sunny's tongue slid about her bathing and smearing.

Opposite her, it was becoming obvious that even with Mizu's considerable endurance, an end was coming and coming fast. Shaylah was now intermittently slipping her mouth off the guardian's cock, then slathering the length with her lips and tongue. She'd spend a few seconds kissing and lapping Mizu's balls, while still jacking the shaft up and down. Just as Mizu would become accustomed to this, she'd take the entire thing down her throat in one motion. Before urging Mizu to slide back and forth for a few seconds.

Sweat beaded on Mizu's forehead, a rivulet ran down her cheek. Her eyes were tightly closed. She was half giggling, half gasping. Her hip motion became erratic, little jolts and twitches now pervaded the once smooth thrusts. A hand stroked and petted the top of Shaylah's head. The other clenching and unclenching at an increasing rate. Smooth breaths had become ragged pants.

As Shaylah rammed her throat onto the rod one last time her eyes flew open. The blonde convulsed for a few seconds. Mizu pulled backwards, as did Shaylah. She turned her head, releasing the guardian's weapon from her oral cavity, as well as a mouthful of her hot cream. A fresh jet of cum erupted over her shoulder, blasting just wide of Emi.

Shaylah jacked the gushing shaft rapidly, her mouth and tongue attacking it with fevered gusto. More ropes of cum erupted, splattering wetly to one side. Mizu's legs shook and one hand rested on Shaylah's shoulder to maintain stability.

Emi watched her shudder and laughed joyfully. It was great to see her just... letting go.. enjoying herself. Shaylah continued to nurse the guardian's erection which barely had a chance to fade. Mizu gave a few soft satisfied sighs and smiled at the little blonde's devotion. Then, much to Emi's surprise, got back to the plot.

"Why don't we let these two do some incriminating of their own?" she suggested, letting the Shiva persona out once more.

For a moment Emi was lost, unsure of a course of action. A devious glance, indicating the tub of lubricating gel, was all it took for Mizu to spark her imagination.

"Why... yes. Yes," grinned Emi, growing more confident of the potential. "Yes of course, just a little smattering of this, on just the right areas will show the world just how depraved these two are."

She picked up the tub, immediately coating her fingers in the slimy substance. Sunny, who had been listening close, picked up the narrative.

"What... Why did I do that?" she said, her tone suggesting she was in a dream-like state. Splashes and trails of her own saliva hung wetly around her mouth and chin. "Why did I give into my cravings?...," she continued, then gave a whole body shiver, "and why did it feel so good?"

Emi and Mizu both raised an eyebrow at this reaction.

"Not so unwilling is she," laughed Cheshire, rubbing the glistening gel between her fingers.

"Bring it back!" wailed Catwoman, as Shiva stepped out of reach. She leaned towards the small table to retrieve her own container of the aphrodisiac. Then paused in reaching for it. An ab-lib entered Mizu's mind. She gave her best conniving Shiva smile. Then beckoned to the shadowy shape of Ingrid, and her camera, to come closer.

"Oh I am only taking it away for a little bit," she said pleasantly, adding, "and there is another you can play with." She grabbed Sunny's legs and pulled her back along the bench. She repositioned the little redhead so her upright cock was directly under the blonde's face. Shaylah's eyes widened as her imagination caught up. She kept her head lowered for a moment to compose herself. It was such a nasty idea.

"Oh I don't know..." she said, looking uncertain, "that's Batgirl's cock.. I don't 'think' she'd want me to play with that."

Even as she said it she looked at it and licked her lips. Shiva leaned down bringing her face close to Catwoman and consequently the Batgirls upstanding member. Her fingers wrapped around it smothering it in the aphrodisiac laden gel. Then she gently started to move her slippery hand up and down. She leaned in to kiss Shaylah, a long deep kiss. Her other hand she placed lightly on top of the blonde's head again. Breaking off the kiss for a moment and flicking her tongue across the tip of the Batgirl erection. There was a moan of pleasure from Sunny who involuntarily bucked her hips at the contact.

"Seems like she enjoys what we're doing," whispered Shiva. Before Catwoman could protest she leaned in to kiss her again. The crime fighter moaned and closed her eyes, falling under Shiva's sensual spell. Taking advantage, the dark haired vixen crouched a little lower, Catwoman followed to maintain the kiss.

The gentlest pressure was added to the blonde's head. She was only inches from contact. Shiva curled her fingers around one of Catwoman's hands and drew it to Batgirl's hot member. It took hold, instinctively jerking it up and down. It felt hot and wet in her hand. Pre-cum oozing over her gripping fingers. Shiva broke the second kiss with a warm smile. The Catwomans, eyes flicked open at the loss of contact. She became aware of what she was doing. Now was the moment of reckoning.