female bane

Arthur's breath came in ragged, fetid gasps as he climbed onto the mountain of flesh that was once the scourge of Gotham. Without limbs, Bane's torso was an endless landscape of hyper muscular bronze skin, stretched taut over a core that had been engineered for nothing but endurance and receptive pleasure. He felt small, pathetic, and utterly triumphant as he sprawled across her midsection, his greasy skin sticking to her sweat slicked abdomen.

The simulation hummed to life. In the neural interface, Bane was already mid swing, a phantom Batwoman dodging her grasp in a rain slicked alleyway. The phantom pain of the fight triggered a cascade of neurochemical responses in her physical body. Her hips bucked involuntarily against the padded table, and the modified Venom ports hissed as they pumped the altered compound into her bloodstream.

"Yes... fight me, Bat..." Bane's voice was a disembodied moan vibrating through the speakers of the neural tank.

Arthur reached down, his hands shaking with perverse excitement. He grabbed her newly swollen, puffy labia now massive enough to dwarf his own palm and peeled them back. The Renu enhanced flesh felt impossibly soft yet resilient, like warm silicone. Beneath them, her clit now a throbbing, thumb sized nub pulsed in time with the simulation's combat rhythm.

"Look at you," Arthur sneered, his voice dripping with venomous satisfaction as he stared at the soaked, pink slit of her pussy. "The great Bane. Reduced to a limbless cunt for a man like me."

He positioned his gargantuan cock at the entrance of her pussy. Even without her legs to spread, her pelvis had been engineered to tilt and accommodate him. As he pressed forward, the superhuman tightness of her canal fought against him. The modified Venom made her walls grip like a vice, every nerve ending in her enhanced cunt screaming with a pleasure that her dreaming mind interpreted as the adrenaline of battle.

With a wet, guttural thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

Bane's body arched violently. In the simulation, she had just landed a devastating blow on Batwoman, but in reality, her entire consciousness was being flooded with the sensation of Arthur's unwashed shaft impaling her. Her swollen breasts those watermelon sized mounds jiggled grotesquely with every thrust, their dinnerplate sized areolas darkening as her arousal peaked.

"Oh fuck... yes... hit me harder..." she whimpered through the neural link, her mind unable to distinguish between the victory in the dream and the violation in the flesh.

Arthur began to fuck her with a desperate, rhythmic violence. He reveled in the contrast: his filthy, pathetic reality against her engineered, superhuman perfection. Each time his cock bottomed out against her cervix which had been modified to loosen just enough to accept him before clamping down around him like a fist a fresh wave of altered Venom surged through her, keeping her in that perfect, hazy state between unconsciousness and ecstasy.

He moved to her rear, fascinated by the puffy, donut shaped anus that waited for him. He flipped his attention, positioning himself to claim the other end of her transformed body. The Renu enhanced flesh gave way with a wet pop as he slid into her ass, the tightness of her enhanced sphincter threatening to split him open even as it offered the most intense friction he had ever experienced.

The room was filled with the sounds of wet slapping, Arthur's labored breathing, and the mechanical whirring of the machine that kept his prisoner trapped in her own personal hell of pleasure. He was the king of a kingdom built on broken bones and rewritten brains, and as he fucked the limbless goddess, he knew he would never let her wake.