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Body & Soul	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 4505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The rest of that night, and the next morning pass in a blur. I remember breakfast, but after that I seem to be missing several hours, and that salty taste is back… I'd be more bothered, but what's the point? For the first time in months I'm not hurting at all, and Nygma seems inordinately pleased with me, although I can't think why… Which is a two edged blessing.
"You've earned yourself a treat," He whispers, positioning me so that I am looking across the room to where she lies sleeping. "But I'm still wondering why?"
You're not the only one… Though I can't bring myself to care in the slightest. I know I'm not telepathic, not at all, but somehow… My brain goes offline as she shifts position slightly only to settle again. She's not awake yet, nowhere near it. And how would I know that, from here?
"I…"
He licks across my lips, before turning his attention to my ear. "Look at her," He orders.
For once I willingly obey. A charge shimmers through me as my eyes range avidly over her naked body. The silk sheets conceal nothing.
"What do you see?" He asks, "What is it about her that turns you on like this?"
"I don’t know," I'm trying to understand myself, but I have nothing to tell him. His hand dips between my legs, and for once I am hard enough not to make it instantly obvious that I reject his touch. Fingers wrap around me. In the depth of my mind I try to pretend that they are hers. The fingers are thin and delicate, and could be a girl's… with a lot of imagination.
More imagination than I have apparently; I start to lose it.
"Open your eyes, and look at her!" He demands breathlessly, "Do you want her?"
I'm hard again the second my eyes are on her.
"Oh, yes, you do…" He nods, hands roaming over me. "Please me well enough, beautiful, and one day soon I'll let you fuck her. No one else will touch her, not even me. I'll even let you come in her, if you perform really well for me…"
That seems to be the clincher. I can't stifle the moan that works its way out of me. Harder than I can ever remember being, I buck against his palm, feeling his slicked cock edging up between my buttocks, nudging my back entrance. Even that isn't enough to make me subside.
He's leaning over me, pressing, and then he's in.
"Crouch up…" He whispers. I obey. It's a little uncomfortable, but nothing like before.
"That's better." He reaches around, pumping me firmly as he penetrates me, forcing me to take both our weight on my arms.
"God, you are so beautiful," He whispers, "So perfectly formed…" A palm slides over my bicep, before moving to caress a nipple.
The metal cuffs dig into my wrists as I lock my arms. I don’t care. I'm watching her, and somehow what he's doing becomes tolerable.
I need to come so badly, and he knows it. It's only the friction on my prostate, purely mechanical, but he doesn’t care about that and neither does my body. Both know what they want. Thrusting forward, Nygma slides until he is fully embedded in me. I'm at his mercy, but the hand wrapped around my cock continues in the same steady rhythm.
"Come for me, baby," He murmurs, leaning forward and licking at the side of my neck. Suddenly I want it, I don’t know why, don’t care how, it has to happen. I arch my back, clenching around him before mutely offering myself to him. He takes me, babbling nonsense as his hot seed shoots up into my passage. The hand tightens around me and I'm coming too, groaning my own pleasure.
When I force my eyes open, it's to find her looking at me drowsily. I feel myself flush hot with shame, mortified that she should have seen that. Or worse, what if she assumed that I liked it? She knows nothing about me, what if she believes that I willingly encourage him, that I actively seek this?
Concerned, I search her face, waiting for signs of disgust or condemnation. There are none. Instead, she smiles shyly at me and settles back to sleep.
She didn’t reject me… I don’t care what he's just done, or what he's going to do. Her being here has made that seem irrelevant.
Except… now he's finally got a bargaining chip… he could hurt me before, use the chip on me, but he didn’t dare do it too badly in case he crippled me or outright killed me… now he could use her to ensure my compliance. That's when it sinks in, when I realise the full and awful truth.
He already did…
"So, we've finally found your price, haven't we?" He murmurs, lazy and sated.
"Yes…" There's no point denying it. We're neither of us stupid men, and he's been sleeping soundly at night, and eating regularly. With a clear head he would have realised this well before I caught on.
"I'm glad to hear you admit it." He nods in satisfaction, pleased to have found a solution. Being who he is, he likes having the answers.
Almost as much as he likes having me… It isn't a joke, although under other circumstances it might have been mildly amusing.
Spread out under him, I realise that his cum is trickling down between my thighs.
Content, Nygma smiles, lifting my leg and dabbing at me with a towel. "I don’t need to ask if that was good, do I?"
"It was," I have the decency to admit that, or should that be the complete lack of tact?
His fabric covered fingers brush momentarily over sensitive skin and I flinch.
"Not hurting?" He asks. For all his claim to ownership over me, he is surprisingly considerate of my well being now. At least in his own way.
"No, just…"
"Just the aftermath?" He nods, understanding. "Very well, whatever the reason the outcome is what I was hoping for, you can keep her – for now." He turns me to face him. "But of course, if you fail to maintain standards…"
There's no need for him to say anything else. I nod silently, misery and elation vying for equal place.
The residence is quiet. Nygma is sound asleep, sprawled out on the master bed. Hopefully he's dreaming of whatever disgusting things he desires: that way he might sleep through the night and not wake to bother me.
I lie here beside him, tethered to the headboard by a generous length of chain. A couple of months ago I would have wondered if it was long enough for me to strangle him? A few weeks into my captivity I would have wondered if the chain was long enough for me to strangle myself before the feedback alerted him? After accepting that fate did not intend my getting free so easily, my main concern gradually transmuted into whether I had sufficient leeway to use the bathroom? Currently, my abiding preoccupation is how I can reach her…
He's put her bedding just out of reach… That much is evident even at a casual glance. There have been several of the wakeful moments today and the medics have told him that they expect her to wake fully soon.
But how soon? And will he be aware of it when she does?
Unaware of being watched, she stretches. Her eyes open; growing suddenly wider as they meet mine. Urgently I gesture her to silence. She nods. Lifting my ankle, I show her the anklet and the chain. A smile and she is rolling over on the bed and rising. She pads silently toward me, settling on the edge of my bedding roll, smiling shyly at me from under tousled hair.
Beautiful… My hand rises, drawn to her like filings to a magnet. As my fingers touch her cheek, her hand traces the line of my lips. So I'm not the only one affected like this?
What is happening between us? I have no answers, only questions. No questions are not the only thing I have, I also have desires; and right now those are the more desperate.
I want you. Leaning forward, I kiss her, lips tingling as they meet hers, tongue dipping between her lips. She opens, allowing me entry. I take everything she is offering and demand more. Her hand strays to my groin, and being naked becomes a definite advantage.
Yes, oh definitely yes! Her breasts fit in my hands perfectly, the tight nipples pert and proud. Laying her down on the bedding I part her legs and mount her, careful to hold some of my weight away from her. She explores me with equal delight, hands roving, fingertips teasing and stroking.
Before I know it I'm sinking into tight heat. Oh, this is so good, so damn good!
There is no way I can last, none at all. Thankfully, she seems to be in the same state. Stifling a groan, I gratefully reach the peak, and come.
"Mmm," The body wrapped around mine moves, gentling me awake.
What?!!!
"Bruce, that was so unexpected, but so very gratifying…" Nygma yawns and stretches. "I hardly dared dream that I would find you performing willingly, but the past few days have been just full of surprises."
Haven't they just! Damn… It was only a dream… Opening my eyes, I find myself face to face with sheer perfection. "Oh!"
"Baby?" Nygma rises on one elbow. "Oh…" He echoes. Resting on my shoulder, he peers down at the sleeping girl. "Now, how did that happen?"
Sitting up, Nygma immediately checks my chain, only to find it securely attached to the end of the bed. "Well, it couldn’t have been you, and it certainly wasn’t me, so it must have been her. It would seem that our unexpected little find walks in her sleep… Which could account for her presence in the ruins, I suppose?" He shakes his head, presumably at the folly of the female gender, and slides out of the bed, leaving us temporarily alone, as he heads into the bathroom.
"mmm…" She blinks up at me. "Hi,"
"Hi…" I'm not sure what to say. I've waited for this moment for the greater part of the last 24 hours, and now that it's here I'm rendered completely speechless.
"I'm Chima," She whispers, snuggling closer to me. "You feel so good."
"Bruce," I tell her, grasping for words. "And the feeling is just as good from my side."
"Okay there, beautiful?" I surface from my ongoing observation of my siren as Nygma reaches down and casually rolls one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I'm not normally that sensitive there, but for some reason this time it sends a throbbing sensation straight to my groin and I find myself rubbing against him like a cat in heat.
"Oh, yes," He murmurs in approval. Lubricated, another finger glides down the cleft of my arse and teases my hole. Somehow it feels different this time…
What in heaven's name is that? The feel of something sliding up inside me shouldn’t feel that good, should it?
I find my back arching involuntarily.
"Two fingers?" He whispers.
I nod frantically.
"You've never been this responsive before," He approves. "It's having her, nearby isn't it?" Which is why he's been letting her watch each time he couples with me.
I glance over at Chima and our eyes lock. Understanding flows between us, and she nods.
"I thought so," Nygma doesn’t sound bothered. "She's not on the census, so I ought to declare her as an intruder, but while having her around makes you this pliant then she stays…"
A third finger joins the other two, opening me. Then a fourth. He's impatient, but suddenly so am I.
"Please…" I hear the words coming out of my mouth.
"Baby?"
"Please," I don’t want to say it, won't say it.
Chima crawls over the bed, fingertips brushing mine.
"Please," I hear myself beg. "Take me…" Am I asking him or her?
"Bruce?"
"Please," I arch my back, purposely taking his fingers in deeper, "I need you." She knows who I really mean.
"Oh, yes…" His silk pyjamas drop to the floor in a hiss of fabric. Heat blooms against me, as he presses tight. I don’t want this, but I do.
Chima's with me, her lips press briefly against mine and muffle the gasp as he enters me. Miraculously there's no discomfort this time, only fullness. Her hand wraps around my straining cock and she bends, taking it in her mouth, just as I've had to learn to do for him. This feels so much better though, knowing that she wants it, since I would never force her.
Nygma pushes me forward, and Chima adapts, releasing me briefly and rolling onto her back before reaching up and capturing me again, sixtynine-ing with me. Sandwiched between the two of them, I'm bending over before I know it; presenting him with my backside as my mouth aims unerringly for the sweet mystery between her legs.
"Oh, yes!" Nygma groans, sending vibrations along my spine, as the new position tightens me around him. Chima's mouth envelops me, even as I envelop him. I lick her, tasting her honey, nuzzling into her wetness, as he lifts himself and penetrates deeper into me.
I no longer care about him being male or there, this time it does feel good; the angle is rubbing the tip of his head over my prostate sending pleasurable jolts through my entire body. In return, I squeeze my internal muscles, milking him and making him cry out in delight.
Tongue flicking around her clit, I ardently stimulate Chima at the same pace, transferring the rhythm of our strokes onto her pleasure bud.
Angling her head back, Chima takes me right down into her throat. Intuition says that any second now, she's going to swallow, and that I'll come the instant she tightens around me. She knows it too, as she holds off for as long as possible, teasing and tantalising.
Licking and sucking at her pussy, I play with Chima, inviting and delaying, using everything that I've learned over the years to bring her the maximum pleasure.
When she comes, it's with my face buried in her and me shooting down her throat; while he is as deep in my backside as it's possible to get.
A protracted wail of sheer lust echoes around the room as Nygma finally jets into me.
I hold my true lover in my arms; and neither of us cares about anything else in the slightest.
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