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Drowning in Inque	By : MisterZer0 Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Batman Beyond Views: 21721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Drowning in Inque
- 1
First day of house sitting while the old man’s away meeting some old buddy of his in Blüdhaven. So not only am I suppose to patrol the city and keep up with my school work and have a social life, now he wants me to play french maid and dog keeper on top of all that while he’s gone. I’m gonna be so slagged by the end of the week, I just know it. Well, Scooby’s taking a nap and I doubt anyone’s going to be knocking at the door anytime soon. Guess I’ll go to the only part of the house he really care’s about. Maybe I’ll even use that giant system of his to write that history paper I got due tomorrow. A quick walk down the stairs behind the old clock takes me right into the heart of the old man’s home away from normalcy. Schway, looks like he’s done tinkering with the suit, he left it face down on the work table. Ugh, he must’ve coated it with something, it feels moist, glossy, like it’s covered in some kind of oil. I look down and see something poking out from under the table. Slag, it’s part of the suit... that means what’s on the table is... “Inque!”
Before I could do anything, the suit quickly turned to a mob of tentacles, one of them wrapped around my arm. She hurls me into wall like I’m a puck, ribs feel like they’re about to crack when I hit the ground. “So, you’re the face behind the mask?” she muses while she slithers toward me. “Funny, I thought a hero like you would look more... heroic. You’re just some snot-nosed dreg.”
I reach into my jacket and grab hold of a blue batarang I keep on me in case I’m ever in a situation where the shit hits the fan... like now. “What can I say? Clothes make the man.” I try to catch her off guard with a quick draw but one of her appendages cuts into my wrist before I can make the throw.
“Man? You’re no man,” she mocks before wrapping herself around my neck and waist. “And you’re definitely no Batman!” She hurls me up, straight up, slamming me into a stalactite before driving me down to the floor. “Not without that suit anyway. You’re just some little boy who’s long over due for a spanking.”
Total crashage. I think my skull’s cracked and my spine feels like it’s just been turned to dust. Cough up some blood but that’s all I can do, can’t move, too much pain. “Won’t... get away...”
Can’t even finish my sentence, can’t focus, body feels like I’ve been put through a food processor. “Were you going to tell me something? Maybe something cliche like ‘I won’t get away with this’?” she asks me as she props me up with two of her inky tentacles. “Pathetic, no stamina. Doesn’t matter, I enjoy doing all the work and trust me, there’s plenty I’m going to do to you to pay you back for all the times you’ve gotten in my way.”
A woman out for revenge, just great. All I can do is dangle there, those two slimy appendages wrapped around arms, keeping me up in the air. “Sorry... only got about twenty creds on me... maybe next week.”
“Cute kid.” I get slammed face down to the rocky floor. “Real cute. Now then, how about you and me get... close.” Like a sudden wave, she slides her whole self onto me, under my clothes. Before I knew it, she was covering every square inch of me with herself, it felt like beings wrapped in oil except it rushes around as fast as water. Segments of herself start protruding outward as sharp blades, cutting off my clothes. She makes them double edged so I feel the cut too but they’re just superficial... I hope. One of her sharp liquid constructs slices my tighty-whities to pieces and she slithers herself around my nether regions. “My, my, what’s this?” she questions me playfully as she squeezes herself around my junk. It feels like a sudden change in water pressure around just one part of my body. “Is this arousing you little boy? Are you getting hard for me?”
“Ugh... don’t flatter yourself...” She suddenly bends my cock back, trying to break it in two while pulling my balls out as far as they could go. I started screaming like a twip. “AH! STOP IT!”
A glob of her rose up from my chest and changed into her human face. “Naughty boy, lying like that. Now tell the truth.”
She keeps pulling back my dick, getting ready to fold it in half just for her own sick pleasure. Obviously she wants to humiliate me and right now swallowing my pride is the only way to save my manhood. “Okay... you win! I’m... I’m getting hard... for you,” I manage to sputter out. I can feel my cheeks get flush from equal parts embarrassment and anger.
She rolls out a haughty laugh and eases up off my twig and berries. “Good boy. Very easy to control. This will be fun.”
“If this is some revenge trip, just do me a favor and get it over with!”
“Oh really, you are so simple minded it’s almost adorable. What kind of revenge would this be if I simply kill you off? No, you’re going to suffer, physically, mentally, and emotionally.” I can feel part of her peeling off my back as it arched over me and lowered itself about face level to me. The formless glob shifted into a piece of female anatomy I’ve only seen in health class and a few pages I keep bookmarked on my laptop. She smothers it right into my face. Weird, it’s like having my head dunked into the water but never breaking through the surface tension. “Now lick.”
I have a feeling if I don’t do what she says, she’ll just go back to entertaining herself by making me a human pretzel. Hesitantly, I lick between the goo slit, taste’s like a mix of cooking oil and rubber with a hint of plastic. She moans and her whole body starts to vibrate against my skin. “Mmm, good boy. Make mama happy.” Either by a lack of experience, a lack of enthusiasm or both, she quickly became displeased with my ability to please her. “Are you even trying? When I told you to lick, I mean like a fucking man!” A sharp increase of pressure around my knees took me down hard, kneeling on the floor as she reshaped to human form right in front of me. She stood over me, hand clasped around the back of my head, looking down at me with a high and mighty sneer but I was just glad to get her off of me. I felt sticky for a second but the sensation quickly went away. “Beg your mistress for forgiveness and then we’ll try again.”
“You’re sick lady! Besides, you’re not my type,” I spit out before making a break for it. The suit was just ten feet away, maybe if I can just grab a batarang, I can short her out and turn the tables on this little encounter. I don’t go farther than two steps before I can feel her wrapping around my neck, yanking me back like some dog on a leash. The grip around my neck tightens as more whip-like appendages wrap around my wrists and ankles, yanking them toward my back like she’s going to hog-tie me. I fall face down hard as she takes her sweet time to pull the rest of herself toward me while she keeps pulling my limbs back painfully. “AH! Stop it!”
“You’re not too smart, are you? If you want mercy, you must BEG for it!” Oily, rubbery tentacle squeezes around my neck, choking me, strangling the life out of me. While I struggle to breath, her head lowers down to look me in the eye. “Better do it soon, I wouldn’t want to break my new toy.” I try to fight but my whole body’s wracked in pain and I can feel my head starting to spin from lack of air. Like a twip, all I can do is cry out in agony. She loosens her grip on my neck but it doesn’t put my mind at ease. “Aw, poor baby. Open wide and I’ll make it all better.”
“Go... fuck yourself...”
With a snap of her liquid tentacles, I was pulled in every direction spread eagle style. She stopped strangling me but instead starts to whip me across my exposed back. The first lash cuts deep, I can feel my skin splitting open under the force of her fluid tendril. “You know, maybe I’ve been in the wrong business. I could’ve made a killing in the S&M scene, don’t you think?” she asks before striking me again with her inky whip. She keeps doing it over and over and all I can do is scream and cry, I was at her mercy and there was nothing I can do to change the fact. During my less than heroic breakdown, she finally stops and lifts me up toward her. “Now, do you want me to make it better?” I couldn’t fight it anymore, she’s broken me. I nod. “Then do it.”
I slowly open my mouth as per her previous order. A segment of her swells into a familiar shape, round, supple. She even makes a little areola. She slaps it into my mouth and I do exactly what she expects me to; suckle like some hapless baby. “That’s it, just like that. See how much better things are when you obey?” she asked while another thin sliver of herself wraps around my sore manhood, stroking it softly.
Despite the weird taste, the warmth and smoothness of her false breast slowly takes my mind off the stinging pain of my back. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, I should remember she’ll just go back making me her whipping boy but all I can think about is just enjoying this one moment of peace. Just then, something goes down my throat, a less viscous torrent of Inque pumping out of her nipple. “Now drink up like a good boy.” I try to close my throat, use my gag reflex to force her out but it’s too late. “What? You don’t like it? Maybe I’ve got you figured wrong,” she tells me with a twisted grin. “Let’s get kinky.”
The liquid down my throat is beginning to harden, taking shape. It’s half way down my gullet and now it’s pressing against the walls of my throat. Only when she starts rolling it up and down my esophagus I realize what she’s doing, I can even feel little veins on it. “Mmm, never tried this before but it sure does feel good,” she declared with a deep moan. “I wonder how it feels when I plug up the other hole?”
As the violation of my mouth continues, she sneaks in another length of herself into one of my orifices. One I would have preferred to remain vacant. Like before, the thin sliver slowly grew thicker and solid, like a hard rubber toy. However, this time she makes it too big, stretching me out like some cheap turtleneck. I scream but it’s gargled around the pumping member in my mouth. Soon she’s pounding me in both ends, even making two pairs of marbles to slap against me to complete the humiliation. She keeps my head tilted up so she can see how much pain and devastation I’m experiencing up close. I can feel my anus bleeding, running down my leg as her black and blue member slams me like a fresh fish in a prison shower. “Oh yeah! I’m going to ride you raw, you little fag!”
During this one woman double team on me, that tiny sliver around my cock turned into a more womanly structure and started riding me hard. All this stimulation, I didn’t want to but it was brining my body to the edge of climax. I didn’t have to say anything, she knew. “Oh no, better plug you up until I’m done.” Invading down my urethra, Inque coated herself around the inside of my entire reproductive system, including my testicles. I could feel that thick, watery membrane race around the inside of my balls, holding my own sperm hostage. She even started torturing me from the inside, expanding herself inside my dick, prodding the inside of my nuts with spikes. My muffled screams just added to her pleasure. That fake cunt slamming down on my cock went faster and harder, tearing apart some of the skin. “I bet you love this, don’t you boy? A woman who can take complete control of you? No need to answer, I know you do. My little Bat-Fag.”
I lose track of time, drifting in and out of consciousness. Eventually, she does stop, sliding those thick rods from my battered holes. I curl into a ball and sob weakly in pain but she wouldn’t let me rest. Painfully, she pulls the part of herself that invaded my manhood and dangles an ink sack over my mouth. “Open.” I don’t even think about disobeying anymore, I just open my mouth. “Good, now swallow.” She pours into my mouth my own semen, every last drop she could drag out of me. I think about spitting it out but I’m too afraid of what she would do to me if I did. It takes two forced gulps to get it all, warm and salty. I can feel it stick to the back of my throat, I want to vomit. She kisses my forehead. “Perfect.” She slithers over to the work table and pulls out a laptop from underneath along with the cowl of my suit. “Too bad I didn’t record that little romp for posterity. Oh wait,” she added as she reached for a recording device latched onto the side of the table. “I did.” She forces the cowl over my head and opens her laptop. “Attention, Gotham underworld. As promised, I will now begin the bidding for the most coveted secret of Gotham; the location of the Batcave. And, lucky you, a new bonus has been added to our lot, the winning bidder will also get their very own Batman, slightly used and your’s to do with as you please and a special video will be available for the low price of one-hundred-thousand credits. Let’s open the bid with five billion, do I hear five billion?”
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