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A Dark Place

For Taiko

By Draconicon

Allen Menali would not have been caught dead in a dungeon such as what had been set up for this venture. Allen Menali was a respectable, if feared, lion, and that meant that he had an image that had to be maintained. A dungeon would only make him look like a brute from the dark ages, and for someone that wished to maintain an image of respectability, sexual things such as this had to be kept at the appropriate distance: not so far as to look like a prude, but not so close as to look like a deviant. It had to be managed carefully, gently, with a great deal of intent and focus to ensure that it never drifted further than it needed to.

So, Allen Menali could never be seen at a place like this. Nemean, however, could, and it was Nemean that looked over the room and its sole occupant.

"Nor...Nor...Nor..."

He smiled behind the metal-plated mask that he wore. It was something of a tribute to another villain in a far-off land, though unlike that lunatic, he could remove his if he felt the need. The lion walked down the stairs from the entryway, shaking his head as the bound-up mule tried to look in his direction. Tried, of course, being the operative word, considering that Nor was as tied up as one could be.

No mistakes this time...no accidental mishaps...no quick-release options that could circumstantially be flipped...no ways for the chains to magnetize away from the table to face me...nothing...

Everything of that sort had happened at least once during the long-term dance that he and the mule had partaken in. Not this time. Not again. This time, things were going to go the way that he chose.

The armored lion made his way to the tableside, looking down at the blindfolded, gagged mule. The red and blue equine was tied up tight, his arms pulled over his head, his knees dragged all the way up his chest to rest against his armpits, lifting his hips from the table to show off everything that he had to offer. It was a masterpiece in helplessness, just as the mule deserved to be in.

Just as a treasure should be displayed, too. Nemean chuckled softly through the mask, stroking a gloved hand along the mule's cheek. Nor tried to pull his face away, but he only managed to do that by a half-inch or so. The restraints were too wide-ranging for him to manage more movement than that.

"I wouldn't struggle overmuch, mule."

"Mmmph..."

"No, no. You've been caught. Now...be a good sport...and I will make sure that this doesn't take too long...or get too rough..."

"Mmmph."

"Or, we can do this the harder way. I know you sometimes...enjoy that."

He dragged his gloved hand down the naked mule's body, feeling the muscles beneath his fingers, the twitching tissue that was just waiting to be stimulated. It was all familiar, all something that he had enjoyed at least once before. The lion smiled once more, shaking his head.

You have defied me many times, Nor, but today I will have what I desire...

He stroked his fingers further down, over those tight abs and taut stomach, working his fingers to the shaft that was already half-hard. The various sedatives that had been put to use to capture the mule - quick-acting, almost instantaneous, for nothing less would affect someone that recovered so quickly - had been laced with aphrodisiacs, just enough of them to get the mule's body in the mood if not his mind.

He squeezed just below the swelling head, drawing a groan from the gagged equine. Sliding his thumb along the tip, he felt Nor twitching, his hips trying and failing to thrust, and then slide back down, huffing, puffing.

He's ready...

Nemean stepped away from the table, going to the computers at the side of the room. He normally kept the electronics well-away from those that had any sort of potential electronic or hacking abilities, but today, he believed that it would be a reasonable risk. He needed to keep Nor's mind distracted, monitored, ensuring that the experiment went in the right direction. Without the right software and hardware, that wasn't possible. Nor had a theoretical chance to reverse the flow of information, to ride into the computer and start affecting it, but the mule was a slave to his own body most of the time. He imagined that it would be easy enough to keep him distracted during this session.

Booting up the computers, he ran several lines back to Nor, and the information that he wanted started to fill the screen. One tracked the mule's vitals - a secondary concern, considering Nor's ability to regenerate, but still one worth tracking - and the other tracked brainwaves and other patterns that might become necessary to read and watch during the little session that they were about to have. Nemean made sure that they matched the baseline in his records, then nodded to himself.

"Well, Nor, I imagine that you know why you're here this time."

"Mmmph..."

"Yes, yes, this is somewhat repetitive," Nemean admitted, shaking his head. "I would say that this brings me no pleasure, but...that would be something of a lie. Would be since the third time we did this, I suppose."

"Mmmph?"

"Ah, well. Perhaps after this one, we can call this to a close."

After making sure that all the different read-outs were bright enough to see from standing by the table, Nemean slowly took off his gloves. His armor and his pants slid off next, leaving him in nothing but a pair of rather supportive briefs. He shook his head, looking the mule over, running a bare claw along the back of the equine's thigh, and he could already imagine the muscles tightening once they got down to business.

Nothing to stop me this time...no sudden shenanigans in the dead zones. No heroes to know where you are. Nothing to track you down. Nothing to give you the luck to flip this on me. Just you...and me...

As he ran his finger down to the mule's asshole, he felt Nor starting to twitch, shivering, shaking on the table. Not from fear, of course. They had done this song and dance too many times for the mule to be legitimately afraid of him any longer. Perhaps Nor should have been, all things considered. Perhaps if he was, there wouldn't be this strange obsession with figuring out just what he was, and how his powers worked.

Not that he was completely clueless. He had his theories, but to actually break it down properly, to actually figure out what it was and extract the power to use it himself, he needed to be able to have a copy of Nor to work with. Lacking the ability to just throw Nor in a vat and clone him that way, that meant that he needed to find the perfect way to extract the genetic material to allow him to do it the old-fashioned way.

Of course, that wasn't easy. Fighting in the open happened often enough, and Nor was used so regularly by his enemies that there was nothing strange about a villain taking a little pleasure from the mule's body. However, there was the issue that such a style of using the mule only gained him a single sample at a time, and it was difficult to take notes as to how he had milked it, how he had achieved the gain, and whether it was the style of milking or the style of cloning that had caused the problem.

Now that he had Nor pinned, captive, and helpless, he could experiment as much as he liked with endless samples. Then, he would be able to figure out the exact nature of the mule's powers, and then incorporate it.

Just like my strength...and my telekinesis...

He flexed his mind, leaving the mule groaning as he groped the equine's sac ever so gently. Nor stirred, his cock rising, sliding further up his belly, nearly touching his chest at this point. It would not take long before it was fully erect, and then they could have the real fun.

As his mental touch worked along the mule's balls and lower shaft, his finger circled that pucker. He had been in there quite a number of times before now, and he knew just how much pleasure could be gained. The mule had an exquisite body, one that was meant for fighting, and for fucking. The lion looked forward to keeping at least one clone whole, so that he might profit from that body nightly.

Until I am bored with it, of course.

Nemean slowly slid his finger inside. A stray thought grabbed a glass vial and slid it beneath the head of Nor's shaft, ready to catch the first blast. Prep work done when Nor was delivered to him had the mule's hole lubed already, and he sloooowly pushed forward.

"Nnngh...mmmph!"

"That's it."

"NNnnnnnngh..."

"It's hardly that large, Nor."

"Mmmph...mm-mmph!"

"I doubt you really want me to take it out."

He curled his finger up, and Nor jerked again. Not much, as before, as the ropes and chains held him down, and the pucker clenched hard. The feeling of that slight resistance was a bit of a tease to him, and he smiled to himself as he worked his finger in and out, in and out, slowly building up to a greater pace.

"A little nudge along your prostate always gets you twitching, Nor. You have a very sensitive button."

"Mmmph!"

The mule was blushing, as was expected. It was the way that he always reacted to the teasing. He worked a second finger in, feeling the pucker getting a little puffy around his fingers. A stray memory informing Nor's shape, perhaps? Something kept from the past, when the mule had been stretched wide enough for fists to be shoved down that hole? Or merely a show of excitement?

Either way, Nemean encouraged it, rubbing it with a bit of a mind-touch, teasing an imitation of a tongue flicking around it while working his fingers in and out almost clinically. He worked his finger up to the prostate again, circling it, pressing down, ensuring that shaft continued to rise and throb and pulse for him. Nor panted through his gag, and those large, heavy balls were already rising.

The first orgasm would be the quickest, and the least useful. He knew that much already, and he was ready to work for as long as he needed to get what he required. He worked his fingers deeper into the prostate, rubbing it harder, relentlessly teasing that shaft. The little twitches and throbs, the little dancing bobs that it made as it spat pre-cum all over the mule's chest was just perfect. He tracked it as he always did, measuring how close Nor was to the first orgasmic shot.

Now.

Nemean avoided the first splatter out, knowing it would be diluted with pre-cum and other fluids. The rest, however, he ensured went straight into the vial. His gentle strokes turned into rough pummeling thrusts of his hand, his other fingers making the mule's ass clap. The cheeks bounced, the hole clenched, and Nor arched his back against the table as much as the chains would allow.

Spasm, twitch, pant. And then it was done.

Nemean floated the vial of seed back to himself, tucking it into a line filled with other empty vials. He capped it off, and then took another one free. He let it go, allowing his mind to take it further from him, floating it by the mule's cock tip once more.

"That was the first. Let's see how long it takes us to get to five, shall we?"

"Mmmph..."

"You can do that. We both know it."

Three hours passed. Nor was milked four more times in quick succession, with Nemean taking notes of what buttons were pushed to make Nor finish, how long the climax took, how much time had passed from the previous ejaculation, and what level of force was needed to make the mule go over the edge. Weight of seed and weight of sac were compared together, ensuring that he was getting everything that he wanted from it, and the cloning attempts were underway.

Unfortunately, they were soon sabotaged. By why, he wasn't sure, but none of them were going to reach the end of their embryonic state and remain viable, no matter how he tweaked them and stored them.

The lion stared at the readouts from the machine, rubbing his mask slowly. There was obviously something that he was missing, though the lion doubted that he was missing something obvious. There was always something strange with Nor, something that defied classification to the obvious mind. So, it stood to reason that he would need to think with a less obvious style.

Unfortunately, he tended to stay very logical most of the time. It stood him in good stead, and he made his way to the top of the city with that mindset. However, there were times when desperate situations called for desperate measures.

He stood up from the computer. The medical cabinet opened as soon as he reached for it, and he plucked a syringe from inside. It was unmarked, requiring one to memorize the contents to know what it was. He had, and he sighed as he focused his mental powers around his upper arm, squeezing it like a tourniquet to make his veins pop slightly.

"Mmmph?" Nor grunted from the table.

"A little silence, mule."

It was always a moment of admitting weakness to reach for something like this. Nemean was not one that enjoyed that. He preferred the thought of being strong, that every upgrade that he received was only something to make himself stronger, to be better, rather than fixing a weakness. However, to admit that he did not have a need for this upgrade would be to lie to himself, and to open a greater weakness, and delay this project for longer than it already had been.

The fact that this was an experimental substance didn't bother him. He had done self-experiments before, and he knew how to do it safely. Well, safely enough. The fact that he was going through it didn't bother him, either. What bothered him...was needing to. That Nor's body and nature had eluded his own brilliance this far.

No more losing, he thought, holding the needle to his arm. No more being stymied. It's time to upgrade.

He jabbed himself, depressing the syringe and letting the clear fluid transfer over. He made sure that the full amount was deposited in his veins before pulling it out, pinching his skin with his mind. Nemean took three deep breaths before the effects started to hit.

Time felt like it stretched out, then back. Nor's next grunt took four seconds to get started, but finished in less than a millisecond. His heart felt like it was thudding out of his chest, and he was almost afraid to look down, half-expecting to see that his chest was about to burst, that his skin was stretched around a heart ready to explode.

You are safe. You have the enhanced tissues. You will not break on the insidenowthatyouare - oh. Oh. Oh!

His eyes went wide behind the mask, his thoughts speeding up until he forced them to slow down again. Nemean reached for his mask, pulling at the sides of it until he managed to drag it free. He tossed it to the ground with a clang, breathing slowly as he gripped the wall behind him. His claws sank through the stone walls, and his eyes closed.

Numbers in his mind turned to formula, and formula turned to whiteboards of equations, and those turned into walls of infinite streams of consciousness. He growled under his breath, shaking his head.

I am Nemean. I will not be overwhelmed. I am Nemean. I will MASTER this.

He introduced the problem to his mind, and suddenly, the numbers and thoughts spiraled around it. Cloning Nor, and the failed clones. He saw the problems, saw the failures -

Double strings, not fitting. Cracked cycles, impossible sequences.

There, things that he had missed, things that had come out when he had this new, fast mind. Things that showed that the seed had come out as if different from each other, from different donors, almost.

It was almost as if Nor had managed to distort his own genetic sequence as a means of keeping it from being copied, as if each clone had been a potential third or so of Nor, without the proper sequence to create a true clone.

"Ah, well...if that's the only problem..."

"Mmmph?"

Nemean opened his eyes, panting softly, almost laughing. So simple. So easy. And so quickly solved.

If that was the only problem, of course, but he knew that if it wasn't, then there were other ways forward. He could take this further, further, and further still. He would have Nor. He would have this solved. He would have this mule unlocked and made his for good.

He finally stepped out of his briefs, allowing them to fall and letting his own shaft out. He was as hard as Nor was, though perhaps not so freakishly long. His body was meant to be an ideal, not a parody, and he was proud of his own length. He walked back to the table, straddling the far side and climbing up between Nor's stretched legs. His cock twitched, slapping slightly against the mule's hole.

"It will not take long to unlock this sequence. Sooner or later, you'll be mine, but I have a solution already. You're changing...you're shifting...but there's only so many different sequences that you can have. There's only so many different ways that you can combine your seed. I just have to drain...it...all..."

He wanted to laugh, he realized. There was an insane laugh in the back of his throat just trying to burst out, and he was barely keeping it contained. He refused to let it come out, refused to let it ruin his image, but instead started sliding forward. His cock passed against that rim, and then pushed in.

Slick, slide, squelch. The feeling of all the lube inside was just enough to make it easy to keep moving, and he groaned under his breath as he felt that tight ass squeezing around his cock. He gripped the mule's raised thighs, holding them tight.

"You are mine tonight."

"Nnngh...Nnngh!"

"No, you are." He panted. "You are...and you'll stay that way...mine!"

He rammed forward, his balls bouncing off the base of the mule's tail, but he didn't stay there. He pulled out and rammed in again, and again, and again, each time rough and ferocious as could be. He grabbed a tube that was attached to the table, pulling it up and over and attaching it to Nor's cock. He had been thinking too small. He needed bigger samples, thicker samples. If he didn't have enough, then he would just keep taking more, more until they were completely drained.

The pump started bouncing, sucking and pulling more and more from the mule's shaft. Nor didn't quite scream into his gag, but he did let out a muffled groan that was far more emphatic than it had been before. Nemean rammed forward again, meeting each thrust, each arch, each shiver from the mule with a claiming slam of his hips.

"You are going to break, eventually."

"Mmmph...mm-mmm..."

"You are. I will...see you bend...I am smarter...better...stronger...a genius. You can bow before me...without shame..."

Nor just shook his head. Well, if that was the way that he wanted to play it, then Nemean would just have to break him, and do it properly.

In, out, in, out, each thrust going harder, faster, each time going a little bit deeper than the time before. If Nor had had toes, they would have been curling in bliss. As it stood, the mule's cock was already rising, his balls already pulling up. The first new milked orgasm would come soon.

"When I have your powers right, I'll start making proper clones. Clones to sell. Every villain in Novus Ager will have their own Nor, their own assistant, their own fuck-slut. I'll make millions with that," he whispered between his thrusts. "I'll sell all the yous I make, and keep you, the original. I'll keep you, and show you what it means to have powers like yours, and how to use them properly."

There was no response. Maybe Nor didn't have the air. Maybe he was trying to hold himself back. It didn't matter what it was. Nemean would break him eventually. Nemean could not be defeated.

He was already swimming in ideas, in fantasies, in different potentials for what he could do if it he got it right. He just needed enough material. In, out, in, out, in, out, each time a bit faster, a bit harder, a bit rougher. His inner beast was coming loose, and he couldn't stop it.

In, out, in, out, his balls slapping against Nor's ass, his mind gripping anything in reach. He touched, he squeezed, he dominated the mule. He pulled at his pecs, he squeezed those balls, he did everything that he could from where he fucked.

He even sheathed his own shaft in a greater cock-sleeve of telekinesis, allowing him to thrust away without blowing his load too quickly. His stamina was great, but he was still limited compared to others. He needed more, needed to last.

Nor came, eventually, but that was not enough. Nemean leaned forward, huffing, puffing, almost drooling down his fangs.

"You will break...and I will...beat you..."

Four shifts. Four back and forths between his computers and milking Nor. Every time, he found something that had gone wrong, but every time, he had something else, something brilliant that he could do to make it right. The samples started lining up, but there was something else off, some component that seemed wrong.

That was it. Stress. Something that made Nor's bio-chemistry go off, altering the overall efficacy of the component. He changed things, altered the positions, started pumping hypno-tracks down the mule's ears. It worked, changing up that, but there were other problems, other things that kept demanding more and more ingenious solutions.

However, no matter how much he patted himself on the back for solving every failure with a new solution, he was getting no closer, and his obsession was getting stronger. Every second that he spent away from the mule on the table was another second that made him wish he was back there, rutting that ass and putting it in its place, ensuring that Nor knew just who he belonged to, and where he belonged in general.

Nemean's mule. Nemean's mule.

There was barely a name anymore in the rapid lightning-thoughts that were dancing through the lion's mind, just this need to put Nor down under him, to get the mule to acknowledge who owned him, where he belonged, and more. He just had to take it further, had to go further and farther and faster and harder than he had been going. Everyone had the point where they would break. He just hadn't found Nor's yet.

The mule had been all but silent for the last few hours, barely grunting as he was used. He was alive, Nemean knew that, but he imagined that Nor had retreated into his own head, trying to keep from giving in by keeping himself under the surface rather than up at the top with the overwhelming stimulation.

Easy fix to that. He just had to offer more and more stimulation to push him over the edge. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit more.

They were body to body now, with Nor back on his back, Nemean between his legs, and his teeth all but pressed to the mule's throat. The only thing that kept him from biting like some feral ancestor was the reminder that this was Nor, that this was a mule and something under him undeserving of that bite, but he still wanted to, still bared his fangs as he humped and rutted away, his balls swinging forward, back, forward, back, beating in a rhythm of conquest like the drums of his species of old.

Mine...

It was a problem that even his mind could not solve just yet, but another dose of the drug, taking him further into the place of madness, might just make it happen. He chuckled, almost giggling to himself against the mule's neck as he imagined how brilliant he would be then. A powerful tool, this was, a powerful tool indeed. He could...he could...

It was fading, slowly but surely, though. He could feel the substance losing its grip on his mind, taking away some of the extra brilliance. Nemean groaned under his breath, feeling some of his senses returning, including the common one. He kept thrusting, lost in his own stimulation as much as everything else, but something occurred to him.

Nor had been silent. Not just quiet, but silent.

He was never silent, not during sex.

That meant he was doing something.

And then he realized that he hadn't looked at the computers for the last hour.

Nemean whipped his head sideways, glaring at the monitors as his hips froze. A soft red light showed on the screen, beeping over a picture of a map. It had a little text over the pin there, saying 'Nemean and Nor Here', and it was pointed right over his dungeon.

"...You...sneaky...little..."

THUMP!

He paused, his dick balls-deep in the mule, and glanced back at the metal door between him and the rest of the building. Bright red light, probably heat-beams, were running up and down along the sides of the doorway. He groaned as he realized that they were melting their way through, and that there was no way for him to easily escape now. He could barely make himself pull out of Nor's ass at that moment.

My Nor...my mule...

He groaned under his breath at the continued obsession, realizing the downside of the substance he'd taken. The madness, the utter insanity of the brilliance had allowed him to go far, but he knew that had its downsides, now. He stumbled, grabbed his mask with his mind, and pulled it tight to his face.

He managed to cover his face just before the door came down and the heroes rushed in. Two of them charged at him, and he was too weak to stop them without being bowled over. If he had been sober, he would have held them back, used his powers to stop them in their tracks when they got close enough to him, but he was still riding the end of his brilliance.

Still hard, too.

The heroes dragged him upright, one of them pushing him against the wall and pinning him there. The other pulled the rocks down, forming restraints over his arms, keeping him from dragging himself back.

"Stay there, until we finish dealing with Nor."

The mole nodded at his vulpine comrade, and the two of them turned to the table and the mule bound upon it. Nemean, on the other hand, looked down at himself, and then slowly shook his head.

Naked, tied up, AND exposed in front of...two dozen heroes. And yet, still not the worst thing that could have happened.

After all, these were all mid-to-low tier heroes, ones that were not particularly super-famous in the city. Nor fit among their power levels, though he was more famous due to what kept happening to him with the various villains that became obsessed with him. For that matter, Nemean had been part of the reason for Nor's rocketing towards the high level of fame that the mule enjoyed.

But that meant that he had every right to expect to get away. He just had to wait for the right moment. The lion closed his eyes. At least they had not seen his face. The secrets of Allen Menali were safe.

#

Nor didn't look through his eyes so much as he looked through the security cameras of the dungeon. After he had been hooked up to the computer, he had been gradually threading more and more of his awareness through it until he was able to take control of some of the systems. Not all of them, because Nemean would have noticed that, but enough of them, enough to start taking charge of the situation.

Sending out the GPS beacon had been almost impossible, and if it hadn't been for the fact that he had managed to make a semi-friend of the operating system, it would have been completely impossible. Even then, if it hadn't been for Nemean fucking him so hard and staring down at him so intently for the last hour, he would have been discovered before the beacon had called any help.

Thankfully, they were all rather friendly. One of them, a puma that had heat vision, leaned down and poked him on the stomach.

"Man, Nemean did a number on you, Nor. How much did he pump in you?"

4.3 liters, Nor managed to output on the screen.

"What, seriously?"

He was manic and well-hydrated.

"I didn't know a lion could put that much out. Holy shit..."

"I didn't know Nor actually looked this good under his costume. I thought all those photos were photoshopped," a gazelle said, whistling as he ran his hand over the mule's cock.

Are you going to let me out or just fondle me?

The heroes paused in what they were doing, some of them grinning sheepishly as they realized what they were doing. One, a mouse whose arms went from very slender and lean to bulging with muscles in the space of two seconds, knelt down and pulled at the chains. The rodent shook his head.

"Stronger than they look," the mouse said. "Whatever he used, it wasn't typical steel or anything like that."

"We could melt them."

"That would hurt Nor."

"Hmm, point. Do you think that would hurt you that much?"

I could regenerate from it, but I'd prefer not to feel that much heat if you don't mind? I'm still connected in here.

"Then I guess it's down to finding a way to break what they're attached to. I mean, if the chains are that strong, they've gotta be expensive, right? No way in hell that the whole table's made of the same stuff."

"Well...we can try, see how it works."

"Nor, you mind being in the computer for a bit while we work?"

I guess not. Let me just - oh dear.

"What? What is it?" the mouse asked.

He's got Civ in here...

The entire room of supers laughed at that. The gazelle chuckled.

"Alright, looks like we're good. Nor, you have fun in there, we'll figure out how to get you out. Just hold tight, alright?"

Yeah, I will.

Or at least, he would soon. He tilted the camera up to see how Nemean was doing, just to make sure that the lion wasn't trying anything -

And all he saw was a hole in the wall. The restraints that had been folded over his arms were gone, and the lion was nowhere to be seen. He'd pulled a runner while all the heroes were busy watching over Nor's body.

Well, there went the best chance of bringing that lion to justice they were ever going to have. But he supposed that was to be expected. Nemean had been going insane, but that lion was never going to be that easy to catch.

Next time, maybe. Next time.

Now, what to play as...

The End

Summary: One of Nor's biggest - and so far least seen - enemies takes some time to really get at him.

Tags: M/M, Lion, Supervillain, Superhero, Supers, Superpowers, Telekinesis, Bondage, Mule, Lion, Various Species, Anal, Handjob, Fingering, Forced Orgasm, Milking, Cum, Orgasm,