MtK update

Summer took the clamp off before she lowered her hand onto her throbbing nipple and squeezed the aching breast, cooing as the mix of pain and pleasure went on a little longer, a little more intense.

She slid the clamp over Harley’s other nipple, Harley blinking rapidly as the jaws surrounded her sensitive flesh. With each blink, she felt a new emotion, all of them underlit by the pained pleasure from her other breast—she was anticipating, she was horrified, she was even shocked by how much she was anticipating the feeling despite how frightened she was on it.

The pain in her freed nipple almost went away, her concentration was so focused on those hateful metal jaws as Summer slowly released her hold on them, letting them close on Harley’s nipple. The pain started again, Harley mewling in bitter disappointment at how little there was of it, but then it climbed higher, and higher, Summer grinning as she suddenly let go of the clamp, allowing it to bite into Harley’s nipple as deep as it could go.

“Oh FUUUUUCK!” Harley shrieked, flinging her head back so far that her hair slapped the door she was imprisoned in. Her breasts throbbed with unimaginable pain, while her staring eyes took in the beauty of Summer’s body, and Vicki’s. The more they hurt her, the more she wanted them. Maybe if she was a good slut for them, they would stop hurting her—or hurt her more.

It was just being teased that she couldn’t take. She needed action, right now, now-now-now. Like when Bruce spanked her, choked her, thrust himself inside her. There was never anything held back then. He gave her everything she wanted, whether it was pain or pleasure. These bitches just didn’t know how to fully get her off. At least they were hot, though.

Summer quickly kicked off her shoes, then skimmed her pants down her legs. She sat down on the floor in front of Harley, opening her thighs wide, her hot cunt displayed to Harley’s panting, contorted face.

“Lick me,” she ordered, thrusting her pussy up into Harley’s face. “If you don’t, I’ll pull on those nipple clamps until you do.”

Harley was tired of resisting. Her lust was burning too hot, her need for approval through with simmering under the surface. Opening her mouth, she licked at Summer’s warm sex. Her breasts throbbed achingly, but she didn’t mind the pain with the taste of Summer’s cunt swamping her tongue.

Summer reached over to pull at the nipple clamp, sending jagged pain through Harley to make sure she didn’t slack off as she tried to pleasure her. “It’s no fun just hurting her—I feel like a bully. Vicki, how about using something on her cunt?” she asked, shoving Harley’s screaming mouth down on her cunt.

“Jesus, you’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” Vicki said, going to the refrigerator, opening it up, selecting a cucumber from the produce drawer. She returned to the backdoor, leapt over the bottom half of the Dutch door while held Harley in it, then knelt between Harley’s spread legs. “Want me to eat her out too?”

“Why,” Summer retorted, “would you like to?”

Vicki bit her lip. “It’s kinda sexy, isn’t it? Playing with her…”

“Just so long as we don’t let her off the hook. If this is the only punishment she’s going to get for all the shit she put us through, we should get our money’s worth.”

“Oh, what the hell, I’ve always wanted to try this with a girl…”

Harley felt the cucumber rub against her open slit and tried to kick her way clear of it, but she didn’t succeed. Vicki laughed and held the cucumber’s tip against her clit, revolving her hand to the left and to the right, which made Harley feel like she had a vibrator touching her clitoris as the cucumber’s textured surface rasped against her where she was most sensitive.

“Not much point in licking her,” Vicki chuckled, bringing the cucumber back to Harley’s entrance. “She’s wet enough already. Come on, Harley, let’s see if we can really get you nice and juicy.”

Harley gibbered, jerking in a helpless frenzy of denial as Summer worked her tit, holding the clamp taut but not pulling it any further away from her nipple. She rolled her pussy against Harley’s defenseless mouth, holding Harley’s head down with her other hand, so that Harley knew exactly where she had to go and what she had to do to avoid further pain.

The cucumber pumped deeper and deeper into Harley’s sex, Vicki now rubbing her clit with her other hand, sending Harley to heights of desire she simply couldn’t match. She tried not to let herself become so aroused, but the pain, the pleasure, being forced to eat out Summer’s cunt while being stretched around Vicki’s cucumber… she couldn’t control herself. She couldn’t even want to control herself.

The pain from her nipples charged through her body to meet the pleasure swelling in her cunt. The combination burned in her, convulsed in her, taking her over until she was a slave to the sensation. It made her come, little by little. There’d been some consolation in it being Bruce, being Batman, that did this to her, but now his wives were doing it, passing her around like a party favor, petting her for fun like the family dog. Harley screamed and struggled, trying to deny it, heaving within the doggy door, attempting to will her cunt not to spasm on the cucumber that was fucking her.

But her body didn’t refuse the two women anything, didn’t hold anything back, and soon every jolt of pain from her tortured nipple was adding fuel to the fire of the horrible lust inside her. And it wasn’t just that Harley was a slut. It was that she was Summer Gleeson’s slut, getting off on the way the redhead twisted and pulled at the clamp. Not just sensations, but Summer’s willful domination sending gurgling screams of helpless desire into Harley’s body to shoot out from her straining throat.

Harley sobbed as much as moaned, eating Summer’s hot folds with her mouth, digging her teeth into the wet flesh, not sure herself if she was biting and chewing or licking and sucking, just doing whatever she could think of to pleasure Summer’s stiff clit and trembling pussy lips.

“OOOOOH, yes, yes!” Summer cried, gripping Harley’s pigtails with both hands, rolling her sex on Harley’s sucking mouth, while bringing up one bare foot to step on the dangling chain of Harley’s nipple clamp. Laughing manically, she jerked Harley up until the weighted chain was taut, Harley shrieking as her nipple was pulled away from her breast by the clamp—then she pulled Harley back down to her cunt. “Oooh, suck me, clown! Suck my pussy good! Ooohhh, YEAHH, are you enjoying making it up to me? All the times you took me hostage?! Are you fucking sorry?”

She spasmed and rocked, pulling Harley’s pigtails a million different directions, smearing her face against her cunt and then pulling the nipple clamp’s chain taut, until the tiny blonde was crying out with both pain and lust, her mind whirling out of control.

Summer opened her thighs wide, ramming herself up into Harley’s face as she yanked it down by the pigtails—getting off as much as slapping Harley’s face down into her cunt as she would just in letting Harley eat her out.

“You belong to me now, whore! Make me come!” Summer screamed, greatly enjoying turning the tables on Harley. Harley had wanted her cunt for so long, now Summer was rubbing its wetness into her face, smearing it all over her. Her legs tightened and she bounced on the hardwood floor, the chain she anchored with her foot making Harley’s nipple pull and twist. “Ooooh, shit, that feels good, it feels good having you be my bitch!”

She cried out in orgasm and a flood of her juices poured into Harley’s mouth. But Harley barely noticed, twisting and turning in the prison of the doggy door. Her arms strained against its frame and her legs kicked as the cucumber pistoned into her sex. As good as it felt, the torturous agitation from the nipple clamp made it even better, made her live for each moment of the cucumber thrusting into her. She was Summer’s bitch! She’d never enjoyed anything like being someone’s bitch and this she was enjoying more than ever!

Summer had stopped deliberately playing with the clamp, so lost in her own passion, but it still pulled at Harley’s nipple as her body was wrenched around, agonizing it with every jerk of her petite body. The pain soared in her, almost reassuring that she didn’t truly like this, but quickly curdling—becoming deep, wracking throbs of depraved pleasure that she couldn’t resist, that proved she liked being a bitch. Harley screamed into Summer’s pussy, licking dutifully even as she came, her body wet with sweat, shaking out of control.

Vicki giggled as she slammed the cucumber into Harley’s pussy, adding its girthy heft to her seething orgasm.

“Our girl’s coming hard!” Vicki cried. “Look at her, she gets off on being our bitch, she really likes it!”

She laughed almost fondly, letting go of the cucumber and watching it quiver, embedded in Harley’s spasming folds.

“Yeah, yeah!” Summer cooed, rising to her climax as she rutted against Harley’s face. “Come on, whore, don’t you love having us use you?! YES!”

She gave a shudder, her eyes rolled back in her head, and climaxed, moaning on the way down, her pubic hair slicked down from her juices and standing any way they ended up after being dragged over Harley’s face.

Harley couldn’t stop herself from being dragged along with them. Her orgasm erupted in her, like volcano being fed by her burning nipples and the thrusting cucumber in her pussy. Vicki cursed at her, calling her a slut, a cunt, all the names that made Harley quiver on the inside, and while slamming the cucumber into her too, like she was thrusting Harley’s submissive enjoyment into the very core of her, making her scream and come harder until there was nothing left in her to feel pleasure, nothing that hadn’t been burnt out, no further energy… and without feeling anything for Summer and Vicki to even fuck, mindless, Harley collapsed, tongue lolling out to unthinkingly lick the floor she was facedown on.

“Vicki, I see you’re making our guest feel at home. You should’ve told me we had company over. I would’ve shaved.”

Bruce was wearing a smoking jacket over simple linen pants and a plain white tee, dark stubble scratching at the classic lines of his square jaw. He seemed pleasantly chipper, walking in a pair of slippers over to the coffee machine and starting a pot, as if oblivious to how Summer clapped her hands over her groin to hide it from view and how Vicki pulled the cucumber out of Harley, to her unthinking moan of denial.

“Summer, you’re of course always welcome here. Can I tempt you with some breakfast? I’m not much of a cook, but I can offer you some eggs as long as you like them scrambled. And some coffee. None for you, of course, Vicki, not while you’re expecting, but I’ll get you a glass of orange juice. And if either of you would prefer cereal, just let me know. I can manage that with aplomb.”

Summer considered making a grab for her pants, but such a move seemed overly aggressive for how friendly Bruce was being. Instead, she stood, trusting her long blouse to keep her covered, with her hands joined in front of her crotch. “I’m not here on business,” she assured Bruce. “I was just visiting my old friend Vicki. I consider everything I see here to be confidential.”

“I appreciate that,” Bruce said, taking a glass from the cupboard and going to the refrigerator for a carton of orange juice. “But I don’t think we have any state secrets around here. My wives and I can go a little underdressed in the privacy of our own home. Summer, you can’t tell me that shocks you.”

Summer laughed, put at absurd ease by just how sweet Bruce was being. She and Vicki had been treating Harley like a sex slave, but Bruce made her feel as though he’d simply caught her picking a few apples from a tree in his yard.

“Would you like some?” Bruce asked Summer, handing Vicki the glass of orange juice.

“No, thank you.”

He pulled out a chair for Vicki. “Sit, sit, Vicki. Conserve your energy. I don’t want you exerting yourself. How would you like a quick foot rub?”

“I’m fine, thank you dear,” Vicki said.

“I’ll get the eggs started then.” Bruce grabbed two handfuls from the carton in the refrigerator’s door. “Cheese?”

“Yes, please,” Vicki said.

Summer sat down beside her, crossing her legs and feeling some measure of modesty from that gesture, as if her shoes and pants weren’t still on the ground and Harley wasn’t still stuck in the doggy door, half-naked and all fucked out.

Bruce set the eggs down on the counter beside the stove and went to get out a frying pan. He dropped it on the burner, dripped some Pam into it, then stirred the cooking oil around the pan as he waited for it to heat up. “Vicki and I are trying this pregnancy management theory—I suppose it’s a little New Age—but the idea is that the man’s role in things doesn’t end at conception. He continues showering the woman with affection during the course of the pregnancy and it results in a baby that’s healthier, smarter, all kinds of benefits. Of course, it’s no great hardship to be affectionate to our Vicki, but you’d be shocked at just what a stark difference it makes once the baby is born as compared to a pregnancy without an active father. Did you know there’s all sorts of health benefits to the mother and father maintaining a passionate sex life throughout the pregnancy? And not just the mother and any given man, or woman—not that I’m gainsaying how beneficial that can be, in other respects. But, according to the studies, it has to be the father for the sex to have the fullest impact on the pregnancy. Summer, would you mind taking over here?”

Summer was so put at ease by Bruce’s soothing voice and the charming way he expounded on his harmless little theory that she shot up without thought for her nakedness and went to the stove. Bruce opened up a pantry and took an apron from a hanger, which he handed to her. Summer had it halfway on before she thought of how strange it was, standing at the oven, making eggs for her host and his expectant bride, naked from the waist down.