Chapter Nine: Care
As Lia's breath failed to properly inflate her lungs, the cones and rods of her eyes began to create a dual image of the masked man staring down at her, hours, and hours away at the only home she'd known for her whole life, her mother Sara, continued to snore on the sofa. Gordon had turned on the TV to a daytime talk show where the gaggle of women often ended up sounding like chickens with an occasional rooster crow sounding as a referee.
As Sara snored, deeply asleep under the powerful sleeping pills, Gordon packed a grey duffle bag with a few articles of clothing in his bedroom as he dialed some friends of his who had failed the psych test to be a law enforcement officer and now did jobs for cash. Lucrative, short-term jobs which usually ended in a felony assault, attempted murder, or successful manslaughter.
Gordon paced around Blake's car, wringing his hands as he kept looking over the photos and videos Lia's abductor had sent. He tried to put on his policeman glasses and watch the video objectively and for clues but all he could see and hear was Lia's fear.
He flinched and shoved his phone back in his pocket when Blake reappeared with the stuffed, zippered bag and tossed it in the backseat.
"Ready to go commissioner?"
Blake continued at Gordon's blank expression.
"We've got to pick up our reinforcements sir."
"Where's that?"
"St. Catherine's Cathedral soup kitchen."
Blake held up a hand as he started the car, the loud engine roared to life as it slurped the high-octane fuel.
"They've served twelve tours to The Sandbox between them. They came back and the government tossed them out, denied benefits. They have a bed and hot food there until someone legitimate will give them a chance."
Gordon nodded. He had seen the PTSD effects too much to ever get used to. The dead eyes and haunted souls returning to be ignored instead of welcomed by their government.
Blake and Gordon left towards the massive cathedral, a warm lunch would be being prepared and ready to serve to the line of men and women waiting in the brisk air.
As Blake circled the block a couple times until he could spy his friends, hours away, Lia blinked slowly at the fearsome, masked man's words.
"You're worth much to many people, some are out looking for you and others are on their way here now," Bane said on a ragged exhale as he added. "But I have you in my possession before anyone else, I can do as I please."
"What does that mean?" Lia managed, letting out the smallest relieved breath that he hadn't continued invading her body.
Bane let his eyes bleed to neutral as he spoke lowly, his words were spoken on a musical tone, but the aria was composed entirely of pain and suffering.
"Your father would sell the heavens and earth for your return, a billionaire is being escorted here to see if he would like to buy you, there is a lot of money up for grabs, all because of who you are," he murmured as he lightly pressed the rough tip of his index finger on her nose.
Bane smiled behind his mask at her renewed discomfort as he traced his finger over his full lips, down the front of her throat and eventually sternum, pausing on the hardened cartilage of her xiphoid process between her ribs.
Lia reached for his wrist as he moved his hand down to slide over her naked, pink femininity.
"Your value lies in more than just this," he growled and made Lia freeze as he slid his finger shallowly into her pussy, past the soft wet folds and paused at the thin membrane that would steal her purity.
Lia felt stress override her thought process and she scoffed up at him, taking a small sliver of pleasure in the confusion that filled his warm, rich pupils.
Bane paused the small, circular movements of his finger and slid it out of her inner wetness. Lia thought she had scored a victory; she didn't realize she was digging herself a bottomless grave. She couldn't help but let the innate smug expression of the rich and pampered distort her beautiful features.
Bane felt a wash of anger tingle up his spine as she chuckled and muttered something too low for even his Venom-enhanced hearing.
Bane began tracing his fingers up and down her slit, alternatingly pinching and pulling her wet, feminine folds until her heart was beating frantically inside her chest, as if her heart were an eagle inside a cage made for a delicate golden finch.
He waited to speak until he was moving his thumb in tight, furious circles over her clit, determined to force her to come at his touch.
"What did you say Miss Gordon?" he murmured, hearing her breath quicken and her thighs begin to shake. Bane saw her deep frown and knew she was wishing she could stop the increasing sensitivity he was coaxing to her intimate flesh.
Lia shook her head and wasn't able to even make a squeak when Bane closed his free hand around her slim neck and pressed just enough to get her attention. She tried to focus on his return stare as involuntary tears began to fill her eyes.
"What did you say?" he insisted and moved his eyes down to where he was teasing her clit. He growled as his next exploration of her shell-pink folds were now slick with the moisture he had coaxed from her. "What did you say?" he repeated in a tone that warned her not to make him ask again as he teased open her pussy lips to reveal her vulnerable center.
Lia glared at him and gritted her teeth to stop from gasping at the electrical twinges he was creating at the apex of her thighs.
She had a foolish moment of feeling over overconfident. Lia's ego remembered shouting at strangers from the highest turret of her ivory tower. Lia spit at him, "you can't do anything to me before that, that, that woman arrives," she finally sneered. Lia was banking on the fact that this masked psychopath couldn't hurt her too irreparably since the sale depended on her not being further diminished in value.
Lia narrowed her eyes up at the hulking madman and smirked when he lifted his hand from her intimacy before he whispered in an eerily empty tone that frightened Lia to the core. The primitive sound was reminiscent to the early language after crawling out the muck of primordial ooze and becoming bipedal.
A pathetic squeal slipped from Lia's lips as Bane snapped his fingers in front of her face and spoke lowly, on a voice that sounded choked with daggers, speaking through thickened, arterial blood.
"I can fuck you and devalue you just like that," he breathed as he brought his face to hers until the tip of her nose was pressed against the titanium mesh over his mouth. Lia held her breath as his voice took on an eerie quality. "Then the arriving party can decline the purchase and I'll break your neck and throw your body over the falls," he added in a simple melodic tone. "It's time to be done with these childish games and truly bring the city to its knees."
Lia felt her eyes widen as her tears froze in fear when he gripped her chin and made her meet his eyes when he added in a tone that only the near dead could hear. "You're a silly distraction that I'd just as soon end now."
Bane surprised himself the most when rich laughter bubbled up in his core, genuine amusement at Lia's impertinence within the situation. His chronic pain that wasn't always masked by the Venom felt a quiver of wanton lust as he moved his hands over her nearly naked body, her nudity warm from the flames licking away at the oak log burning on the fireplace grate.
Lia grew as still as a pillar of salt as the masked man's rough hands moved over her body, handling her aggressively as though he was assessing a prized animal before he sent it to the slaughterhouse. She was a newly hatched chick in a chicken processing center, she'd go from an infant chick to the slaughterhouse within forty-five minutes after being burst forth from an egg.
Lia began muttering disagreeable noises as his large hands smoothed up her legs and squeezed her full thighs, palpated her hips, and massaged the rounded flesh of her belly. Bane's amusement filled his scarred lungs and the sound of it emitting musically from his mask was more frightening of a sound than his threats Lia thought as he slid one hand up to cradle the back of her skull, his ragged cuticles becoming snagged on the tangled strands of her hair.
As Bane continued to bask in Lia's rising sounds of distress and fear, hours away from Gotham City, Talia, Daggett and Stryver all sat comfortably in the back of his Town Car as one of Talia's paid enforcers steered the luxury vehicle closer to where Lia was being held.
Talia watched Daggett over the rim of her cut crystal glass as she sipped her aged cognac.
Daggett had his lips pursed as he stared down at the very large number that Talia had written on a pastel pink sheet of paper.
Stryver peeked over his shoulder at the still frames Bane had sent Talia earlier.
"Miss Tate, this is a lot of money," Daggett finally said.
"Miranda, please call me Miranda," she purred and gently laid her hand on top of Daggett's scrawny thigh and squeezed as she continued speaking. "I shouldn't be telling you this," she started and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial tone. "But this is a daughter of someone prominent that has personally made life in Gotham difficult for you."
Daggett was hanging on Miranda's every word as she tapped her sculpted acrylic nail on the phone's surface. "That little girl belongs to Commissioner Jim Gordon."
Daggett felt a jolt run through the short length of his microcephalic cock at being able to fuck the daughter of the man that broken up many of his trading rings around the city for drugs, women, ammunition, and stolen diamonds.
"You're certain?" Stryver breathed from next to Daggett.
Miranda smiled widely, displaying her brilliant white teeth and sharp canines. "Mr. Daggett, I'm offering her to you before anyone else."
Daggett loved the feeling of Miranda being penitent towards him, bowing and scraping in front of him.
"I still want to see her first."
"Of course Mr. Daggett, of course," Miranda purred and sat back in the smooth leather seat. She let her thighs casually part enough until Stryver could see up the length of her gown. She had discarded her panties before getting into the town car and he had a clear view of her shaved cunt.
Stryver's eyes stayed glued to Miranda's high society slit as the trio continued on the long car ride. Daggett continued to drink a barrel-aged scotch until he passed out and was soon drooling on the leather seat.
Miranda refilled her glass and shifted on the seat as her pussy began to grow moist with Stryver's attention.
Miranda knew the second she met Stryver that he was the Achilles heel of Daggett Industries, he appeared so pale, meek, and nearly hobbled from the lack of intimate contact.
She set her glass aside briefly and help Phillip locked in her eyes as she slid out of her designer gown. Miranda left on her five-inch spiked heels as she retrieved her glass and crouched down as she moved across the car and straddled Stryver's lap.
She reached down and assertively pulled down his zipper and soon had his cock out and was methodically stroking it until it was stiff. Miranda poured the contents of her straight cognac over her bare breasts, drops of alcohol dripped off the ends of her hard, dusky pink nipples.
"Taste me Phillip," Miranda purred as she spit on her hand before she gripped his cock and guided it inside her wet center.
Stryver could count on one hand the amount of woman that he had been with intimately. His brain couldn't process the elegant, benevolent, and philanthropic Miranda Tate bouncing on his cock and moaning lustily. Her round, alcohol covered tits bounced in his face and he came in record time, spitting a few spurts of hot, sticky cum inside her.
Miranda cupped Phillip's face as his eyes began to lose focus and cross. She smiled as she felt his cock soften and slide out of her, leaving a trail of slimy spilled sperm on the fabric of his tailored clacks.
Miranda wiped the booze off her breasts, smiling to herself at how captivated Phillip was at the sight of her bare cunt, that he didn't see her casually drop a sedative into the glass.
She wiped her inner thighs clean and put on a pair of sturdy cargo pants and long-sleeved thermal shirt before sitting back and looking over the two passed out men.
Talia settled into the passenger seat as the paid muscle kept the accelerator pressed to the floor and made the powerful engine devour the miles to the isolated cabin.
She glanced over at the man whose name she didn't know and spoke to him in a dead language, directing him to take the next left turn and continue to the top of the mountain that ended with sand-colored boulders, overlooking a deep tree-lined crevasse.
As the driver nodded and took the turn when it came up, at the cabin that was their eventual destination, Lia began to shriek and struggle, renewed by a stored cache of energy when Bane let his weight press her harder against the unforgiving floor.
"Stop, you can't do this, you're not allowed to," Lia shouted as his crushing weight forced her thighs as far apart as they could under him. She gasped as he hooked his hands behind her knees and yanked her flush against his body.
Bane's laughter rumbled through his broad chest and his eyes seemed to look inside her as he smoothed a hand up her trembling side and squeezed her tit hard, yanking and pulling on the supple flesh as though it wasn't attached to her body.
"I don't need your compliance or permission. In fact, I'd prefer you struggle, makes it a more satisfying catch," Bane growled as he pinched her nipple until it tingled with encroaching numbness.
Bane enjoyed watching the evolution of Lia's fear pass over her face, he knew somewhere inside that she was right and that he was not allowed to fuck her, but he needed her to think that the rules didn't apply to him.
He shifted and felt his balls tighten and pull up close to his body as his hardening rigidity pressed into her inner thigh.
Bane reached a hand briefly to a greenish-yellow knob at the base of his skull where the mask was fused and turned the dial, inhaling sharply as a fresh flood of Venom and secondary narcotic wave washed over him, making Lia's low whispers and sighs amplified in their vulnerable intensity.
Lia clawed at the front of his mask when he smoothed a hand down between the scant space between the press of their naked skin and gripped his hardening length. He easily batted away her flailing hands and captured her wrists with one hand and slammed them to the floor above her as he smoothed the sensitive head of his cock in slow circles over her clit before tracing a path up and down her slit, moving through the blush pink folds.
"You can't do this," she screeched and strained uselessly against his unbreakable hold. "Don't you care about what's going to happen?
Bane licked his scarred lips behind his mask as he stared down at her, his breathing growing more labored as he wanted to plunge himself inside her to the hilt.
"Care?" he grunted as he teased the plump, glossy head of his cock against her tight entrance as he tried to control his breathing before answering her. "Care is not something a warrior has time for, there is no time for caring on the battlefield."
"But this isn't a battlefield or a war," Lia managed as he slid his cock back up through her wet folds and continue making steady circles around her clit. She felt her pulse pounding in her ears as he teased sensitivity to her pleasure center, and she stared up past his shoulder and tried to think about the newest couple Martin and Mindy on her Instant Marriage show and if she'd be able to see if they decided to stay married or get a divorce on the upcoming season finale.
Bane increased the circular rhythm on her hard, sensitive nub of flesh. "Look at me," he demanded on a husky whisper until she reluctantly met his eyes, trying to keep from gasping in time with his movements.
"You haven't seen much of the real world," he murmured as he held her frozen under the weight of his gaze and he smoothed the head of his cock down to press against her tight opening.
Lia flushed vividly fuchsia as a moan slipped from her lips when he stopped touching her.
Bane uttered a primitive sound that made a rush of wetness flood Lia's cunt, a sound before words were used to convey raw wanton lust and rutting in the wilderness like animals with prehensile tails.
"Your father has kept you safe from the danger of the outside world, you're safe in your tower. A princess only viewed from afar," he growled as he began to urgently tease the rough pad of his thumb over her clit. "It puts you at a disadvantage outside the secure perimeter of your kingdom, you're helpless among the unwashed masses."
"You don't know anything about me," she managed between breathless gasps as he pushed her closer to an orgasmic precipice.
Bane lifted his weight off of her enough to let his eyes wander over her heaving, full breasts, quivering belly and shaking thighs.
He narrowed his eyes down at the exposed frilly rosy lips of her wet center. He could see why men would kill and crawl over the dead and dying for just a glimpse of her delectable cunt.
They would fall at the base of her Ivory Tower in pursuit of plunging themselves inside her creamy, soft, sweet cunt hole.
Lia couldn't see his satisfied smile behind his mask as hot tears rolled down her cheeks, reeking with bitter shame as he made her come hard until her body broke out in a fine sheen of sweat and left her knees shaking. Bane held her locked in his eyes that were simultaneously empty yet filled with the place nightmares originated from.
Bane's breathing returned to a normal pace as he wordlessly stared down at Lia, her face still flushed, and her lips chapped.
She shouted in both shock and surprise when he delivered a hard, stinging slap to her femininity. Her clit still aching and throbbing with his rough touch and spilled pleasure and her pussy lips puffy and swollen from his aggressive attention.
"Clean yourself up and go to sleep," he finally grumbled as he abruptly released her wrists and rose from the floor.
He tucked his cock back behind his zipper and threw a roughhewn blanket in her general direction before leaving her with the dingy sheets, small fire, and aching center.
Lia flinched when he slammed the adjoined door between the two-room cabin.
Once behind the heavy door, Bane rushed to the monitors and watched the light of the fire reflect the path of her tears down her cheeks. Each bloated tear was translucent and moved like a liquid diamond as it fell from her face and was consumed by the rough fibers of the blanket.
Bane sat back in the chair and fumbled his cock back out, he'd never quite softened from the extra rush of his analgesic inhalant and quickly stroked himself to a state of near painful hardness as he watched Lia wipe at the inside of her thighs with the edge of the blanket.
He had the volume turned up to the max and felt a trill from his pituitary gland to his taint as she hissed in pain when the blanket touched her used intimate skin.
Bane suddenly had the sexual control of a teenage glimpsing the edge of lace panties as he came so fast he had nothing to catch it in. He groaned as his sticky come splashed on the floor and he collapsed back into the rolling office chair.
Bane kept his strong thighs spread wide and fondled with his cock as it softened, eking out every bit of pleasure as he remembered fucking Lia's fears with just the touch of his cock.
Bane watched Lia on the monitors as her crying ceased and she cocooned herself in the blankets before eventually falling asleep. Bane slid into a nap not too long after she succumbed to her own exhaustion.