MtK update

Bruce pressed another finger into the tightness of her hole. Magpie squirmed, the pain mounting, but he was careful with her. His other hand stroked her body, relieving the tension and lessening the pain, until she didn’t know if she let him in or she sucked him in.

“Hhrrggghh!” Magpie groaned, her face digging into the grit of the rooftop.

Bruce persevered, holding his free hand now at the small of her back to pin her down while his fingers kept at her anus, expanding it mercilessly by twisting and turning in the tight little hole, until Magpie felt like an animal on a spit.

Then, as suddenly as his fingers had taken her anal virginity, they were back out of her, cutting the throbbing ache in two. The sensation still reverberated in Magpie—that was how she knew that her asshole had released them only reluctantly, her sphincter clinging to the fingers until they popped out of her rectum.

He drew her buttocks apart with both hands and jabbed his face between them. His tongue licked at her quivering anus, moistening it but not entering. Though Magpie knew it was only a matter of time until she again felt what she had when his fingers had been inside her. Both the pain of being sodomized and the good feelings too.

“Kneel,” he told her. “Do it and you’ll be a good girl. Good girls get shinies.”

“Shiny-shiny,” Magpie sighed, though she didn’t move exactly. She made herself pliant, going along when Bruce forced her down. Her ass was high in the air, waving as it invited whatever cruelties would have to happen for Bruce’s attentions to lead to pleasure.

Bruce sensed that Harley was watching—he’d brought her along to keep her out of trouble, with a chastity belt she’d be locked in forever if she ever managed to kill him. And now she was spying on Batman’s triumph over his latest villainess.

“Thank me for your shinies now.” She was at his mercy and Bruce intended to make it so that Magpie never wanted to be anything else.

Magpie reached back and caressed his balls, polishing them like a precious gems, her hands trembling with the fear of hurting him and spoiling this wonderful, profitable arrangement they’d come to. His knees spread her thighs even wider, the armor on his legs chilling her flesh. She was open and helpless, completely at his mercy, soothed by the blissful thought of the many shiny things that were hers and would soon be hers. It didn’t even feel too bad, what he was doing…

Bruce felt like he was in his prime: even if Magpie didn’t realize how low she was being brought, Harley could tell that she was slowly and surely being made his. His hands tightly gripped her hips, doing nothing with them for a moment, only impressing on Magpie how firm his grip was, the strength in his arms making sure she couldn’t move an inch.

It was only then, when Magpie had fully grasped that she was held as tightly as chains or locks could ever manage, that she felt his huge erection press between her cheeks, pushing them to either side like she would have to open her mouth wide to get her lips around a sausage.

It was immense. Magpie knew she couldn’t take that monster in her ass without it permanently sundering her. She didn’t know where it would ever fit; she didn’t think she could even close her fingers around such a thing!

Bruce sensed her apprehension, but the time for cajoling her was over. He dug his fingers into her shoulders, pinning them down to the floor. She couldn’t move now. One hand coursed greedily down over her defenseless act. He groped one cheek heartily, his thumb dimpling into the buttock on one side of her tiny pucker, making it open up.

Then Magpie felt a prodding into the forbidden space she felt, like an echo of what she had felt when he had sodomized her with his fingers, but that was more like an echo of this. Those clever little fingers were nothing like this hard, unyielding bluntness. It worked into her like a baseball bat being shoved into her body.

“OOHH! So much… never had so much!” she cried. “It’s too big! Oh God! I can’t take it all!”

But there was no stopping what had begun. His thighs drove into hers—his arms held her hips where they had to meet his oncoming pelvis. She could not escape.

“Take it,” Bruce told her firmly.

She could hardly breathe. Everything she did or even thought seemed to make her bubble with pain. Magpie pushed back and gave Bruce that final inch. It was like tearing the Band-Aid off a cut. His cock surged in the rest of the way, filling her with a solid, painful throbbing, but at least there was no more motion, no more friction.

Her breathing hissed between tightly gritted teeth. It felt like a battering ram had gone through her sphincter; Magpie’s only consolation was that at least it was over, the barricade pierced, and she was through with the hammering.

All that was left was for her to lie there, impaled by the entire length of his rock-hard erection, groaning as she made peace with being a pig roasted on a giant spit.

Then Bruce went back to ramming her, sawing rhythmically back and forth in the soft depths of her asshole. Magpie sobbed in pain, sure she’d never been so debased—but with every stroke Batman gave her, she felt the rings inside her pussy, taking the convulsive tightening of her folds that came with each thrust Bruce made.

Batman levered up onto his knees and pulled out, only to lunge back in with the full punishing length of his endowment. “Hhhhgggg!” he groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy from having his manhood surrounded by such heated, pressuring flesh. “Getting looser all the time…!”

Tears fell from Magpie’s eyes, streaking her make-up. The pain was a constant. She couldn’t take it; she had to loosen up fully, enough to let Batman use her ass unhindered. And so she moved backward, meeting the impalement of his cock.

She undulated her body and moved her ass in little circles. It began to please her, the friction that built as she attempted to make Bruce come.

Kneeling above her, Bruce watched the reddened flesh of her ass be drawn along by his rutting cock. Her skin clutched him as if not wanting to let him out. Then it disappeared back inside with the heft of his member. He gave her so much that not half an inch showed when he finished his thrust.

Then he throbbed in her tight passage, his knob quivering, precum blooming at the tip like it was going to burst.

Bruce began to pound rapidly into her, hard and needing, battering Magpie’s receptive body with his hips. He dug his fingers deep into her waist, squeezing the nubile flesh until it was molded to his grip. His mouth opened and didn’t close—he breathed in long, broken gasps, looking down at her slender body as he opened her buttocks even more, to see exactly how her abused sphincter was accepting the latest of his sodomizing.

He wanted to skewer her, to split her wide open. Bruce knew he couldn’t; that was the only reason he let himself try. His cock was huge and heavy, loaded with weight like a sap.

“Nice. Tight,” he gasped above her, pushing into Magpie with a powerful thrust that nearly took him into her belly.

Then he shuddered, unable to hold in the quivers as he released his thick cum in wave after wave. Magpie stayed down, compelled to accept every last ejaculation she felt throb out of him. Her ass stayed high in the air, pressed tight to his lap to ensure not a single drop of his precious seed went anywhere but her bowels. And he filled her to the bursting point, until even Magpie’s legendary greed was satisfied with warm, sticky treasure.

Bruce groaned his final enjoyment of her and then pulled out, leaving her ravaged body as flat on the ground as if it’d been crushed.

“I wanna taste,” Harley’s voice came from behind him. “That is, if my nice, sweet, loving master doesn’t mind?”

“Mind?” Bruce panted. “Not as long as you swallow.”

And he pressed the opal to Magpie’s taint, where the cum leaking from her ass would stick it in place.

Magpie picked herself up lazily, coming onto her knees with her head and chest still down on the floor. She told herself Harley could see everything she had now and it felt good showing off her shinies to another woman. Men might give out shinies, but only a woman (and especially a woman like her) could truly appreciate them.

“You have one sweet ass, Mags,” Harley gurgled and impishly she used two fingers to return Magpie’s buttocks to being as splayed as Batman had left them. It didn’t take much of an effort. Brucie had done a real number on her.