/bane/ - Baneposting

>"The flight plan I filed with the Agent C lists Smee, Maimen, Dr Pavel here-" CIA began. He glanced at Dr Pavel, and did a double take.

>Her shirt was off, and her bra too. Her round Russian breasts were exposed and jiggling, her nipples erect in the chill cabin of his aircraft. She pursed her lips and exhaled, rubbing her nipples as she looked at him.

>CIA took a deep breath, blinking, and looked back again. It wasn't a hallucination. There were two perfect breasts bare before him as Pavel eyed him hungrily. He stared around. No one else seemed to care. Maimen seemed to be scratching her crotch slowly for some reason.

>He was conscious of the fire beginning to rise in his little guy.

>"Um…Dr-Dr. Paveleer, Butta Lee, Juana Vue."

>He swallowed, attempting to ignore the half-nude Doctor Pavel as she ogled him. Smee was shifting about and groaned as though in pain, runing her hand up and down her body. Something was up, his trained agent senses could tell him that. I'm losing control, he thought, his little hothead desperately trying to get out.

>>140223

>He needed to move fast to keep things focused. Life and death, he thought. That will end this silliness.

>"First person to talk gets to stay on my aircraft," he said.

>He grabbed one of the hooded women, disturbed slightly that she made a noise that sounded something like a giggle. He dragged her over to the open hatch, putting his pistol near her head as the wind raged by her.

>"Who paid you to grab-"

>He stopped and leapt into the air as he felt a pinch on his ass. He dropped his gun, and it discharged into the sky as it tumbled out of the aircraft.

>He turned to his assailant. Maimen was standing next to him, a wide smirk on her young Asian face. The other women in the plane - Smee and Pavel - were giggling.

>"Hey!" He shouted. He could feel his face turning red as they giggled. Smee had unbuttoned her pants and unzipped them, and her hand was resting beneath her belly. His little guy was almost in charge here. "She-she didn't fly so good. Who-"

>He stopped as the hooded woman began to nuzzle his hand, kissing it through the cloth noisily. The tightening in his trousers grew worse.

>What is going on, CIA thought. Was this some kind of mind control weapon?

>"Who is next?"

>He grabbed the second woman.

>"Tell me about Bane! Why does she wear the mask?"

>She said nothing, but began to whimper and thrust her crotch up at him.

>Some defiance gesture, CIA thought.

>"Lotta Loyalty for a hired gun!"

>"OR PERHAPSH SHE IS WONDERING WHY YOU WOULD SHOOT A GIRL INSTEAD OF FUCKING HER."

>>140224

>He turned to the speaker, and the sound of the oddly disembodied, deep, yet powerfully feminine voice. She was a large, muscular woman, but her raw sex nearly knocked him off his feet.

>"Well at least-" he stopped, removing Maimen's hand from reaching around his chest. "At least you can talk. Who are you?"

>"WE ARE NOTHING. WE ARE THE SLUTS BENEATH YOUR COCK. IT DOES NOT MATTER. ALL THAT MATTERS IS OUR WOMBS."

>"Your…wombs?"

>"THEY MUST BE FILLED WITH YOUR BABIES."

>CIA couldn't even process how bizarre that statement was. The others were all moaning. Pavel was humping the arm of her seat like a Jack Russel Terrier.

>She must be causing this, CIA thought. With a shaking hand he reached down to remove the strange woman's hood.

>"NO ONE CARED WHO I WAS UNTIL I PUT OUT."

>The woman wore a black mask over her face, and stared at him with intense black eyes, eyes which were beyond hunger or desire. Eyes of conquest, as if he were virgin land and she were an armored conquistador, eager to fell every tree and strip mine him.

>Her mask was oddly hypnotic, and he felt himself becoming lost in its shape and color. It was deep black, which clashed against her smooth pale white skin. It made her seem doll-like.

>"If I pull that off-" he stopped and wrenched his crotch free from Maimen's grasping hand. "Will you die?"

>"IT WOULD BE EXTREMELY PAINFUL."

>"You're a big girl."

>She stared into his eyes and he felt his knees go weak.

>"FOR YOU."

>The words swam in his head. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears. His little guy had become a big guy. But worse, there were butterflies in his stomach and his heart was racing. It couldn't be love. He had sworn off women. It was all in his head.

>"W-was getting caught part of your plan?"

>"Well, congratulations, you got yourself caught. What's the next step?"

> "FUCKING THIS COCK…"

>Bane stood, and snapped her cuffs off as though they were nothing. She reached at her shirt and tore, and the cabin filled with her giant pale breasts. Though massive, they were perfect spheres, and they barely flopped as she moved. CIA felt a tiny discharge in his pants.

>"WITH NO PROTECTION."

>>140225

>She slugged him across the face, sending him to the floor. As his head swam from the hit, he watched as though dreaming while his guards, the prisoners, and Pavel, began furiously ripping off their clothes to reveal their jiggling tits and shapely hips.

>Bane was straddling him, and with one move she ripped his slacks from his legs and into two pieces. His big guy flopped out, as hard as the plane which carried them.

>The sight of his penis sent the others into a frenzy. Maimen rushed down and put her sweet Asian lips to his head, kissing and then enveloping him in warmth and wetness. One of the other hooded girls went on the other side, and they began alternating blowing noisily.

>CIA started to moan, but Smee pushed him down, grinding her red-haired patch into his face, humping his nose.

>The British cutie didn't last long. After maybe thirty or forty seconds of grinding her sex into his tongue and lips, she shuddered and cried out, and after drenching him in cunt juice she collapsed onto the floor.

>The other of the two hooded women took her spot, putting her shaved wet pussy up against his mouth. Maimen was still working over his cock with the other formerly hooded girl, slurping and licking.

>He felt himself climaxing. His chest began to heave. He tried to warn Maimen that he was about to fill her tight mouth with cum, but he was muffled by the vagina of his former prisoner. He could only buck his hips and make a muffled cry of ecstasy.

>Maimen moaned in pleasure as his white fluid made contact with her mouth, and he discharged fully into her. It had been weeks, months, years even since the last time, and his body shuddered.

>He felt himself drifting into sleep, even as the prisoner straddling his face brought herself to orgasm on his tongue. His nose and mouth were full of the foul yet wonderful taste.

>"NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR SLEEP, LITTLE GUY," Bane said, stroking his hair. "THAT COMES LATER."

>>140226

>She sat him up and the girls cleared away for a moment.

>Dr. Pavel was now fully naked, her ass up in the air as she bent over toward him and wiggled. She looked back at him with a wink. Her ass was so perfect CIA's big guy felt like a younger man, holding nothing back.

>He went to her and worked his cock-head into her ass. Pavel grunted as he entered, and in the reflection of the cabin window he saw her wince, but she said nothing.

>Maimen was ripping off his shirt, raking her fingernails through his chest hair. He felt the slight pain invigorate him and get his heart to racing. He leaned over and kissed her, the tongue that had been on his cock invading his mouth with the same zeal.

>The others were all open legged, fingering themselves furiously, except for Smee who seemed in a kind of trance. Bane stood apart, her arms folded across her giant breasts, watching with her imperious gaze. He felt like a gladiator being sized up by sparring against lesser opponents.

>But soon in waves of pleasure and tightness, all he could think about was Pavel's ass. CIA pumped into Dr. Pavel furiously, watching her big breasts sway rhythmically with each thrust. The fire was rising again, and it would consume his Gotham.

>When his turgid member could no longer hold back, Dr Pavel laughed and with a cry of victory she clenched her asshole. The intense tightening made his world black out for a moment, and he came deeply and copiously in the smooth tube that was her ass, his moans filling the cabin as the others laughed and rose in a female chorus of orgasmic cries a moment later.

>>140227

>Bane walked forward, removing her fatigues with a single motion which somehow left her combat boots on. Her legs were perfect, long and lean yet feminine, hairless and so pale they had to have been almost untouched by sunlight. Her vagina was a small patch of trimmed hair, and as she walked forward her hips swayed.

>She grasped the nearly comatose Smee up by her red ponytail, and with force she pushed her mouth onto CIA's deflated yet swollen cock.

>Smee struggled a little, but Bane's strength was too great, and though she gagged on the lingering shit and cum from Dr. Pavel's ass, Smee could not stop the bobbing of her head on her boss's cock.

>She stared up at him with her sparkling green eyes, which were watering from Bane's merciless pace, yet at the same time hopeful for his approval. He felt himself getting ready to cum again, this time down Smee's tomboy throat as Bane fucked him with her face. Yet when he grew close to discharging yet again, Bane pulled her away, and pushed him to the floor.

>"SOMEONE MUST CLEAN THE SHIT OFF HIS ERECTION, SISTER." Bane said to Smee before turning back to him.

>The masketta woman straddled him, sliding his hard cock into her muscular pussy. The tightness and power made him almost cum immediately.

>She slid up and down on him, her hips pushing him into the ground with loud slams. He could only groan in ecstasy.

>Bane bent in close to him, her hair dangling in his face as her breasts jiggled inches from his lips. She leaned forward more and buried his face in her large tits, even as her vagina kept greedily pulsing on him. He could feel her powerful muscles sucking the cum straight out of his balls as her softboobs enveloped him.

>His mouth found one of her pointed nipples and he began to suck. Bane moaned.

>"I WAS WONDERING WHICH BREASHT YOU'D SUCK FIRST: THE RIGHT OR THE LEFT."

>>140228

>The grinding and pumping continued. Beads of sweat formed on Bane's smooth skin, and he tasted the salt of them as they slid down her breasts and into his sucking mouth.

>Bane began grunting, then moaning, then crying out, her voice so loud and intense that a bird flying alongside the window exploded.

>"Oh God!" CIA shouted, a wet breast smacking into his lips. Though his loins were aching from their ceaseless abuse by these sluts, Bane's ferocity had ignited him, and he felt an orgasm rising from the wreckage of his balls, more intense and powerful then any of the others. He could feel the mighty walls of Bane's vagina quivering, shuddering against his penis in soft, smooth, and wet twitches. She was a dam about to burst.

>"Oh, Bane!" He shouted hoarsely.

>"INITIATE ME WITH YOUR SEED, MY LITTLE GUY!" Bane shouted, as much a plea as a command. "DISCHARGE YOUR HOTHEAD INTO MY WOMANHOOD!"

>"Bane…Bane, I…love you!" CIA said. He hadn't know what made him say it, except perhaps the cosmos itself, which had forged the two of them as perfect compliments even before the vast explosion which created this universe.

>Bane's dark eyes widened in shock, and she ripped off her mask, revealing her full pouting lips. She jammed her mask over his mouth, filling his lungs with the powerful numbing narcotic. He inhaled, and a moment later her tongue was in his mouth, sucking out the gas from his lungs and breathing it back in, their tongues sliding against each other even as Bane continued to ride him.

>The glorious moment lasted a too short eternity, until the powerful intensity in their loins overpowered them. Bane stopped thrusting and attached her mask in a fluid motion. She began grinding, rearing back and arching her breasts out. The sight was too much to bear, and he felt the mightiest fire rising.

>"OH GOD THAT'S A BIG ORGASM COMING!" CIA yelled.

>"FORRRRR YOUUUUU!" Bane yelled.

>His Hothead erupted like a geyser, pulsing fluid he didn't know he had as his heart pounded in his chest, desperate to get blood to his engorged member.

>Bane was screaming at the top of her lungs so powerfully that the back of plane blasted off. Her vagina clenched and released with such suction he thought everything in his body was going to be pulled into her womb.

>The world became a narrow tunnel in darkness, where there was only him and his beautiful and powerful Big Girl. He realized nothing else mattered - not the Agent C, not even the shrieks of the other women as the wind howled through their destroyed plans. He had found his master plan.

>. . .

>CIA looked at his son. He was tall like his mother, his mask tight on his face, his muscles already showing.

>His daughter was more like him, standing in the garden with her hands on her hips, watching as his youngest drove up in his little jeep.

>The screen door opened with a whine and his wife stepped out onto the porch, a tray in her hand.

>"YOU WANT SOME ICED TEA?"

>"Yeah, thanks hun," CIA said, grabbing one of the glasses and taking a sip. He gave his Big Girl a dutiful peck on the mask as a sign of gratitude. He put his arm around her waist and looked out on the setting sun.

>Life was good. He smiled to himself. It had been a decade since that flight, and it had been the best thing he had ever done. The masketta woman was a prize, after all.