I do not own any DC Comics characters. This story does not take place in the same universe as my Batman and Gotham Sluts stories. It is completely separate. Please comment!
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Bane cast a long shadow in the moonlight as he approached the abandoned factory. The building ahead was worn and forgotten, perfect for meeting. Only small sounds of gravel crunching underneath his boot could be heard in the still night. He reached a door on the far side of the factory, facing away from Gotham, and noticed a broken lock on the ground.
Those he was to meet had already arrived, or he was being led to believe so. With a small grunt, he pushed open the door and walked into darkness.
"Surprises are not something I react kindly to," Bane revealed to the dark, as he continued into the room.
As if answering his words, overhead lights immediately turned on, brightly illuminating the now defunct mill. The light was somewhat startling and Bane could only see rusted machinery for a moment. When he recovered, he laid eyes on the culprit.
Harley Quinn, usual arm candy of the Joker, was standing near a control panel. The villainess smiled in her black and red skintight costume. She lifted her finger off the button and bounced over to Bane.
"I am so glad you decided to come! I wasn't sure if you would respond to my message," she beamed.
"What's the job?" the mercenary simply responded.
Harley frowned and got very close to Bane. She circled him slowly, curiously eyeing him up and down. His body was incredibly buff, more so than any bodybuilder, and he was taller than anyone she had ever seen.
"So why the mask and tubes?" she said, pointing to the small tubes coming from the back of his mask and leading to both of his wrists.
Bane lifted an arm up and pointed to a contraption that fit on his wrist.
"This allows me to control the amount of Venom I put in my body, you don't need to know any more," he stated plainly.
"Well fine by me, I'm just curious," she admitted, waving him off.
"You called me here for a job," Bane said, slightly irritated.
"I called someone else too. I hope you are okay with a threesome," Harley smiled with wink.
"She means me," a silky smooth voice revealed from behind.
Bane turned to see Poison Ivy standing in the doorway. Her skin was a light shade of green, and her enormous chest swayed as she made her way towards Bane. Small patches of grass and weeds growing through the concrete floor perked up as she passed.
"What part are you playing?" Bane asked, looking down at the beautiful redhead.
"A very naughty one," she evilly smiled.
Before Bane had a chance to react, Ivy blew a kiss his way. He could feel the warm air even through his mask, and he immediately relaxed. His shoulders sagged, and his vision blurred. He was still standing, but very confused.
"Good get Ivy! Hit him again!" Harley cheered.
Ivy walked to Bane and wrapped her arms around his waist. She looked up at the sedated man and spoke.
"My pheromones are wreaking havoc on your body now dear. First you will get tired and open up to suggestion. Then..," she trailed off, planting a small kiss on his muscled and exposed chest.
Bane's mind went blank. Warmth overcame his body and he became lost in a haze. He stopped thinking and started feeling. His feelings were becoming the only thing he responded to. Out of nowhere, arousal started to wash over him.
"Oh you have him now Ivy," Harley said, clapping excitedly.
"I promised you could go first," Ivy sighed, looking at Harley.
Ivy walked away from Bane and grew a small stool from the surrounding weeds. She sat her perfect butt down and waved to Harley.
"He's all yours...for now," she said, crossing her legs.
Harley shouted in glee and danced over to the hulking figure standing silently in the middle of the factory, her huge butt bouncing as she did.
"I bet it is just starting to bubble inside you," Harley cooed, examining her prized man.
Harley groped her large breasts through her costume and looked at Bane.
"I want to jump start the process Bane," she purred, ripping the cloth that separated her chest from the air.
Bane feasted his eyes on Harley's bountiful bosom. Her breasts were probably bigger than DD's, and her nipples were hard and perfect. Pings of pleasure shot through him and he could feel his penis growing.
"He is going to need a little more!" Ivy called out to Harley, enjoying the show.
Harley slowly removed the rest of her costume in a striptease fashion, being careful not to show Bane full view off her ass. When she was fully nude, she smiled at Bane.
"I bet you love looking at my front, but I know what you really want to see," she teased.
Harley turned her curvy body, painfully slow, until Bane had full view of her humongous butt. She gave it a few bounces and it fluidly shook. The lobes danced in a hypnotizing fashion, wonderfully swaying up, down, and side to side. Her cheeks were so big and protruding they could act as a shelf. It was a perfect ass.
Bane fixed his eyes on her bouncing butt and could no longer contain his erection. His penis tore through his pants, rigidly sticking out towards Harley. It pulsed powerfully. Harley turned to look.
"That isn't a dick," Harley gasped as she pointed, "That's a fucking log!"
Harley Quinn rushed over to Bane and kneeled in front of his impressive cock. She pulled his pants down to reveal his full package. His testicles were clean and large. Bane mindlessly moved a hand behind Harley's head to push it closer.
"No!" Harley spat, shoving away his advance.
Bane stopped. His mind could only focus on his raging erection and how badly he wanted release, but he was intoxicated by Ivy's power.
"This cock must be a foot long, and I don't think I could fit just one hand around it," Harley said, mesmerized.
Harley formed her hand in the shape of a "C" and it hovered around Bane's dick, refusing to touch it. She looked up at the masked mercenary.
"I work so hard all the time. I am always being chased by the Bat. I am always being yelled at by Mr. J. I don't ever do anything for me," Harley said to herself, still not touching Bane's penis.
