MtK update

Roxy was alone, next to naked like most of the women in Wayne Manor at the moment, who only dressed now in the expensive lingerie Bruce’s money paid for. Since most of them were former villains, it was natural they had a competitive streak. They didn’t just want the attention that pantyhose and garter belts got them, they wanted to steal attention away from each other’s pantyhose and garter belts.

More than that, the orgy had given her a desire to have a cock rammed into her pussy. She burned with need for it. As if syphoning off Bruce’s endless lust, the other women seemed to be in a constant swirl of Sapphic couplings, occasionally leaving to eat or wash up or sleep. That just firmed Roxy’s resolve for Bruce. She didn’t want some mutual masturbation while another girl got Bruce’s giant cock. She wanted the real thing.

She found her hairy-chested love god kissing Vicki while Harley fucked herself silly on his prick. From the expression on the clown’s face, she was taking every inch of his cock, and none too gently either. Roxy’s shoulders slumped in disgust. Knowing what that tongue and that massive erection could do, it’d be a long time before Bruce was freed up on either end. Roxy went to go raid the liquor cabinet, only to find a bottle of bourbon being offered to her before she could even lay eyes on its source.

“Hello,” Nyssa said as Roxy drank from the bottle. “New around here?”

“Not really,” Roxy replied. “You? One of Bruce’s latest conquests?”

Nyssa shook her head. “More like a friend of the family. Or a family of the friend.”

Roxy didn’t shrink away from the close scrutiny Nyssa gave her. She was proud of her body and a little proud of Nyssa’s too. She welcomed Nyssa’s eyes. And to make sure they had plenty to feast on, Roxy arched her back to shove out her plump tits, the nipples straining through her bra, while spreading her legs to make her panties cup her moist cunt. She almost laughed when Nyssa hitched a thumb in her own panties, ready to shuck them down her legs at a moment’s notice.

Nyssa’s eyes flitted over her smile, then flicked to where Bruce was fucking Harley. “It looks like neither of us are getting that cock. So how about we make do?”

Roxy didn’t wait for Nyssa to clarify her statement any further. The bottle she’d been holding dropped to the floor. With one hand on Nyssa’s chocolate-brown head of hair, the other pushing into the bra that momentarily restrained Nyssa’s breasts, Roxy fucked her tongue into the woman’s mouth. Under the silken fabric of the lingerie she favored, Nyssa’s nipples were hard, very hard… and they seemed to throb happily as Roxy’s fingers traced over them.

Nyssa moaned when Roxy finally undid her bra. Her breasts jumped straight out, almost, when they were released. Roxy took hold of them in both hands and buried her face between the hills of supple flesh. But her real target was lower, Nyssa’s sex—devouring her breasts was only her way of plying at Nyssa’s resistance.

She’d eaten pussy before and in her experience, someone soft and sweet like Nyssa made for the absolute best ride. Roxy wanted to taste her hot cream, feel her writhing in ecstasy from the supreme pleasure that her tongue could give. After all, if she could excite a man to the breaking point and get an impassioned fuck out of him, why shouldn’t she be able to do the same to a woman?

***

Harley was already screaming when Bruce plunged himself into her asshole.

His cock slid in three girthy inches, pushing past her choking ring of muscles and rasping across the walls of her rectum. Harley felt pain pumping, throbbing out of where he’d penetrated her, but it felt like it was finally fulfilling something in her, giving her what she needed no matter how much it hurt.

Vicki twisted the clamps on Harley’s nipples—she reared up, clutching at her chains as Bruce rammed himself into her ass and Vicki whipped her back. Her body was erupting with pain, suffused with it, but at the center of that pain was a hopeless passion that just wouldn’t stop.

“She can dish it out, but she really can’t take it, can she?” Vicki asked before lashing the cane across Harley’s lower back.

Harley screamed, her ragged hair tossing wildly about, her whipped and reddened breasts beating at the table top as she wrenched her body around. The flesh of her ass throbbed, totally invaded by Bruce’s cock.

“I think she’s taking it rather well,” Bruce grunted, driving his prick in and out of Harley’s twitching rectum. “Not that she has a choice. Not when she’s such a slut.”

He leaned on her slender body, pressing her against the edge of the table to block any retreat. She had nowhere to go while his cock was forced into her body, finally entering her asshole to the hilt. Harley screamed and gurgled, totally lost in the sensation of it, and she kept cooing and drooling as he withdrew, pulling himself out of Harley until only his cockhead remained between her cheeks.

“Whip her some more,” Bruce ordered. “I know she’d hate to be so unfaithful to ‘Mistah J’ as to enjoy this too much.”

Vicki didn’t whip Harley, though. She was too busy rubbing the cane against her own mound. Dominating Harley was proving surprisingly arousing. Perhaps too arousing. She found the idea of getting eaten out instead far more palatable. “Why don’t you get Roxy to spank her?”

“Look at Roxy and tell me she can do it,” Bruce said without irritation, although he shoved himself back into Harley’s ass with no great gentleness.

Roxy, by now, was on her back on the sofa, her legs high in the air with Nyssa between them, rutting against her pussy, somehow making the thief her bitch while doing little more than grinding against her.

“Fuck, Bruce, I’m so wet… I really need it…” Vicki slashed the cane across Harley’s buttocks, making the clown squeal, and an idea sprang into her mind. She could keep dominating Harley and satisfy herself at the same time. The whole thought was sick and wrong, but then, if anyone could appreciate that, it was Harley Quinn. “If this bitch hates getting whipped so much, maybe she’d rather eat my pussy.”

“After I’m done with her,” Bruce said, his tone brooking no disagreement. “Wouldn’t want to distract Harley from what’s happening out back…”

He fucked Harley hard to emphasize his point, his cock pistoning into her ass, demanding it expand enough to fit his girth. Then he waited, holding himself at the end of his thrust while cutting his eyes to Vicki. “Whip her. Make her get me off.”

Harley cried out with each stroke of the cane, her mind whirling between lust and pain, feeling both to an extent she’d never imagined. Together, they possessed her completely, driving her through an endless series of climaxes that overwhelmed her with every beat of the cane, every twist of the clamps, and every ramming pump of Bruce’s manhood into her bowels.

Harley howled and moaned, beating her body up and down on top of the table, her body held even more firmly by her helpless lust than by the chain. She orgasmed, shuddering, sobbing, pulling at her bonds, with sweat now covering her body.

“She’s your hostage, Vicki. You control her!” Bruce cried, his prick slamming harder than ever into Harley’s ass. His groin slapped against her buttocks with every thrust, his balls smacking her toned thighs hard enough to cause Bruce pain if he weren’t so inured to the feeling. Besides, his closeness to orgasm shut out all other sensations.

“Fuck, this is good,” Bruce moaned. “She’s such a good cocksleeve, such a good little cocksleeve!”

He pressed Harley to the limits of her bonds as his cock rammed deep into her ass, cum bursting forth from deep inside.

Harley felt his prick swell wildly inside her, knew what the high drumming beat in it meant. Her inner flesh sucked at his shaft, demanding his cum fill her. Harley shrieked as another twist of her nipple clamps added more pulses to the climax she was feeling. Her body was wild with desire she couldn’t control.

“I want you to remember this, Quinn!” Bruce yelled. “Remember how good it feels to be my cum dumpster!”

His prick thrust deep into her ass, unleashing a torrent of hot cum inside her. Harley gibbered as his shaft jerked inside her, stretching her pained ass with every burst of cum it spurted out. Not that she could keep track of that feeling, not with Vicki sweeping the cane down on her vulnerable ass, driving Harley even further out of her mind.

Harley screamed continuously, feeling her rectum filling with cum. The endlessly descending cane and the twisting clamps on her nipples ensured that every delicious surge of orgasm was made agonizing for her, which just made her seem to come even harder. She gasped, heaving for breath, her body never letting up its mad rush for pleasure, climaxing with every dose of cum Bruce fed into her ass.

Her hair was dark with sweat, her body wracked and heaving, but still she kept coming.

Bruce bellowed as he thrust his loins hard against Harley’s well-punished ass for the last time. “She really does has a great ass. You girls ought to try it.”

Buried deep inside her, his cock poured out what seemed like a liter of cum, filling Harley’s bowels to the brim. The blonde mewled despondently. She couldn’t be debauched any further. He’d stuffed her full. There was no more to take. This depressed Harley. She didn’t care about being dominated anymore, but already she missed being his cum dumpster.

Bruce gasped out loud as he fell across Harley’s ass, letting her spasming anus milk the last of his cum from his balls. “Okay. That’s enough for now.” He turned to look at Vicki. “Make her lap you up. I’m done with her.”

Harley kept groaning and gurgling on the table. Her asshole wouldn’t stop shivering around Bruce’s cock. But above her low moans, Roxy screamed in delight as Nyssa brought her to orgasm.

“Oh fuck, baby, oh baby, baby, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Her legs locked around Nyssa’s back, the two of them shifting the couch itself as Nyssa thrust herself into Roxy’s welcoming body.

Bruce twisted the clamps on Harley’s nipples for one last time before he picked himself up off of her. “Horny, isn’t she? Perhaps I should pay closer attention to her. But don’t worry, Harley, I’ll be back to take care of you too. Don’t even worry your pretty little head one bit about it. All you have to worry about right now is how you’re going to get Vicki off. Because now that she’s seen what a good little bitch you can be, I don’t think she’ll stand for you being willful or disobedient.”

Harley sighed, her body quivering with the receding climax. It still hadn’t crested for her, but she already felt exhausted, like she was never going to reach that final satiation she craved so needfully. So there seemed no point in fighting the tiredness she felt. Her eyes rolling back in her head, Harley allowed herself to pass out.

***

“Please, Dick, show me your cock?” Kara asked with exaggerated politeness, both hands locked together behind her back as she inched closer to him, her eyes squinting at the bulge at his crotch. “I just want to see it. If it’s not as big as I think it is, then that’ll be it. And if it is, I’ll suck it for you. I thought guys liked blowjobs.”

Squealing with frustration, she thrust her hands out, but Dick sidestepped her, his lips pursed in a worried expression. Kara glowered at him bitterly. She could already tell by the throbbing stiffness growing between his legs that his prick would be wonderfully long, wonderfully thick when he took it out. That only made her angrier that he wouldn’t give it to her.

She knew it was time for her to be fucked. She had been using a vibrator for years. She was ready for the real thing, especially as much of the real thing as the aptly named Dick had. But Dick didn’t seem to want to be the guy to take her virginity. What a total buzzkill, Kara thought peevishly. And after she’d gone to all the trouble of getting Dick alone by volunteering for this mission with him. She could’ve just come to his house and ripped his clothes right off, but she’d been considerate and tried to avoid causing drama with his wives. Not that he’d want them when she was through with him. Once he’d had a taste of her, Kara knew she’d be the only one he wanted. Needed.

Though him not even letting her see his hard cock was a real drag. How much longer did he expect her to wait?

“Come on, Dick, you know you like to be sucked off,” Kara said shamelessly, inching toward him like she was approaching one of her precious stray cats. “Why’d you marry Starfire unless you like blowjobs? And look how stiff you are! I bet you have precum running right down your leg. Let me taste it, please? I’ll suck you off real good and drink all the cum you give me!”

“I’m not sure you’re feeling well, Kara,” Dick stalled, still backing away from her.

“What, you think I have a VD? I’m a virgin, Dick. Not like Charlie.”

“Charlie?”

“You know, Misfit. She’s told all the Titans about how her cherry went pop.”

Unable to believe what he was hearing, Dick’s trained analytical mind seized on the weak spot in her story. “Misfit’s not on the Titans.”

“No, she’s not, but we hang. And since you took care of that little clog in her pipes, maybe you could clean mine? After all, she’s just some girl. I’m Supergirl.”

Dick swallowed. “Look, Kara, I know Superman feels very responsible for you… he could use his superhearing at any second and know what we’re doing! I’d hate to do that to him…”

“C’mon, Dick, he’s on New Genesis,” Kara replied. “He won’t be back for hours and besides, who cares if he catches us? It’s not like he’s going to kill you and who’s going to blame you for wanting my tiny virgin cunt? Rao, Dick, my pussy feels so tight it’s hurting me, but you don’t have to fuck it! Just let me get a feel of your big dick, Dick. I’ll just suck it some, get a taste of your cum. And if you can get it up after that, I’ll know you’re worth fucking.”

Moaning lustfully, Kara put her hand over Dick’s throbbing erection. Dick stepped away from her, but there was no mistaking how his hard-on had pounded at the touch of Kara’s fingers. It grew another inch, the unveiled cockhead swelling to bulge against his costume, now so tight that Kara could see how his knob had slipped free of the foreskin.

That was far too much for Kara to stand. The sight of Dick’s engorged manhood, the filmy white precum trailing out of the bloated helmet—even through his costume, what she could see and smell of it made her feel as hot as a furnace. Gurgling with lust, Kara leaned forward and grasped Dick’s costume in both hands. Then she ripped it away from him, shamelessly revealing every inch of his muscular physique. All but the thin trunks and undershirt Dick wore now lay in a tangle on the ground.

“Okay, Kara, that’s enough,” Dick spoke as if he were summoning up his usual command, but his words came out in a murmur. “I mean it, you’d better stop now. You’re going to get both of us into so much trouble.”

“God, I hope so. Shit, look at your cock!” Kara gaped.

A smile lit up her young face. When she swallowed, she could only imagine her tasteless saliva being replaced by Dick filling her senses. He had the most beautiful prick she could imagine. It was at least eight inches long and as thick around as her admittedly small hand could hold—she wondered if she could wrap her fingers all the way around it. And it stood up from his groin with the stiffness of a length of rebar.