By Chelsea Mechelle

I can’t believe what I am seeing. What a magnificent creature, all tied up and unable to move. His naked hips are arched toward the ceiling. His bare chest is chiseled from a Renaissance statue, with bulging muscles, and his thick, massive penis is exposed and the purplish blue tip of it is about to explode. I am breathing so hard I can barely speak. So this is Bane, the monster Batman warned me about.

“Great Hera,” Wonder Woman gasps. Look at the size of his-”

“I see it, Diana,” I say. “He’s so–so perfectly built.”

The Joker should be locked up forever for this. He’s caught Bane, no angel himself, and used him for experimentation. The Joker has gone from product tampering years ago to trying to develop a sexual enhancement drug for his own evil purposes.

Diana and I have been trailing the Jokers for days. Batman is on a JLA mission, and he asked Wonder Woman to help out in Gotham. As luck would have it, the Joker escaped Arkham the day Batman left town.

We stumbled onto the Joker’s hideout at an abandoned amusement park. We came to the park’s love tunnel and found a secret passage within the tunnel. A spiraling staircase took us deep underground and brought us here to Bane in this tiny cell.

I am afraid just looking Bane’s huge penis. I just know it’s going to burst all over us. So, this is the steroid-pumped human monster who broke Batman’s back. I am trembling just seeing him.

“Stop teasing him, Diana.”

She is leaning forward, looking over his body. She touches her long finger to the underside of the shaft of the thick, massive cock.

“Stop that, Di. He has the penis enhancement drug in him. You might get it on you!”

As she moves, she leans forward. She is looking into his eyes with pouty lips and is nearly exposing her bosom in the skimpy outfit she wears. Her outfit alone is probably driving Bane wild with lust. His eyes are wide open. His hands and ankles are chained spread-eagle to the cell wall. He yanks the chains as they make a loud, clinking noise.

“What can he do about it,” she says. “He is only a male.”

She thrusts her hips defiantly at him, lifting her arms over her head like a stripper in a sleazy bar. I had heard her hatred of men sometimes surfaces. She has grown even angrier since Superman rejected her for Lois Lane and since she was drugged and fondled by Green Lantern Guy Gardner.

She turns her back to the chained behemoth and rocks her rear end back and forth at him, in slow, seductive movements. I get a sudden pang of worry at what he is going to do to that gorgeous rear of hers if he breaks free of his bonds. She inserts each of her thumbs under each armpit into the fabric of her costume and lowers her breastplate as she continues to sway seductively, with her back to him.

The breastplate is attached to and covers her red tube top. Her hips are girded by a blue bikini bottom of white stars; she is a real All-American gal.

Her sexy dance makes the gold breastplate jiggle down past her breasts. Her long stiff dugs and areola emerge over the top of the costume, but Bane is only able to see her back during the sensual dance. He can’t see her exposed breasts, but he can imagine them, which is probably causing his sex drive to go even more into overdrive.

I am standing to her side, and I can see what she is teasing Bane with. I almost lose my breath at the sight of her gorgeous boobs. I can imagine how the view is torturing him. Just one of her nipples and areolas are as big as one of my entire breasts. She bends over, down to the floor, and grabs her ankles, allowing her perfectly proportioned butt to jut out at him. Her face is upside down to him between her legs, while at the same time her heavy jugs drop and surround her cheeks, giving Bane a quick look at her nipples. Her vagina is straining to be seen from the crotch her tight, form-fitting costume. She stands up as quickly, and then cups her beautiful breasts in each hand. The breastplate falls down to her stomach.

Diana spins around to face him and glares angrily at him. She is barely covering her boobs, carelessly allowing her nipples and areolae to show between her fingers. She uncovers her left tit and runs the free hand through her thick, dark hair. The breast bobs and bounces, its’ fat tip pointing at him. He is so tense and angry he can barely speak. His hips arch defiantly, and he lets out an anguished groan. She looks at his massive, dancing cock, as her eyes drink in the nakedness of his masculine beauty. She thrusts her hips defiantly at him. Her navel is exposed as the bracups of the breastplate dance and dangle below her waist. She pushes the costume down, and it slides down her legs to the floor. She steps out of it, fully naked now except for her red and white-trimmed, knee-high boots. The clop of the boot’s heels bounce off the walls of the cell as she prances about him.

She walks toward him and stops, her head inches from his huge cock. She looks into his eyes and reaches out to brush back his thick hair. She wipes sweat from his perfect Roman nose and granite-like cheeks.  She rubs her cheek against his coarse beard. Her belly brushes against his cock as she leans in toward him. She touches his pectoral muscles of his chest, and presses her cheek to his big male nipple. She nuzzles her face in his thick chest hair. She kisses his sculpted stomach muscles,  a six-pack for her soul. She touches her tongue to each of the lat muscles on his stomach and works her way down into his pubic nest. She steps back and her wide eyes drink the sight in. A smile washes over her face. She gives it another pouty look, and sticks her tongue out at it. She touches the tip of her tongue to the bulbous tip of it.

“Diana, please don’t,” I say to her. “He’s about to explode. You may get the sex drug on you-if you haven’t already.”

She is staring at the thick cock with her mouth agape in wonderment. It is purple, and I am trembling in fear just looking at it. However, she seems unafraid and confident. It must be at least 18 or 20 inches long and thick as my own bicep. It is peppered with thick veins on the underside of the shaft and a long vein on the topside of its shaft,  a frightening sight to behold. His testicles are full with but one the size of one of my fists, flowing freely from the base of his massive dick. She cups the huge balls in her beautifully manicured hand. I can see she is scratching under his testicles with her long, red-painted nails.

Suddenly, a thin, jet-like stream of semen spurts from Bane’s penis straight into her lips and mouth, flowing down onto her breasts.

“Awp!” she moans in shock. Her eyes widen and she tries to frantically wipe the sticky ooze from her mouth and tiddies. “Great Hera! It burns like acid!”

She is gagging and coughing. She falls back onto the floor of the small cell, writhing in anguish. She is clutching her throat, coughing more with each fleeting second. She cries out and gags, dry-heaving violently as she rolls across the floor.

I leap to side to her aid, and I try to settle her down, securing her shoulders and head with my hands. I check her throat for obstructions and immediately place my lips onto hers to give her CPR. I frantically try the mouth-to-mouth when I find myself in a deep, passionate kiss with her. I am stunned. So this is what a woman’s lips are like, soft and yielding. She is a powerful woman and has already recovered on her own from the semen attack, which probably has some kind of acid in the drug coursing through Bane. Her body, which was created by gods, seems to have adjusted to it. I try to pull away from the kiss, but I don’t really want to. She is very sexually aroused from the potent drug in Bane that got transferred onto her, and now it’s on me, exciting me throughout my body. I feel my nipples harden and my cunt moisten while I am lip-locked with her.

She playfully lifts the right eye-flap of my mask and I slap her hand away.

“Don’t do that,” I warn. I nod my head frantically toward Bane to emphasize the caution.

“Honey, he doesn’t understand a thing right now, the ignorant male,” she says. “All he wants is what every man wants, to fulfill the urge in that thing between his legs.”

She grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for kiss. I resist and pull away, but

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