MtK update

The vines emerged from the pool slowly, tentatively, like newborn puppies crawling blindly away from their mother’s warmth. But, with Dick controlling the electricity stimulating them, they soon ventured out boldly, seeming to stumble upon the seven women who were arranged around the pool, chained down, staring at the tentacles with open doubt, surprise, shock, fright—and finally, anticipation.

Dick kept the energy setting low, the tentacles lethargic as they padded about the women’s naked bodies, feeling the firm physiques and bounteous curves that would arouse any man—and now, nonhumans as well. Their grasp became more possessive, seeming overjoyed to poke and prod the women, who regarded the experience with the relished creepiness of a Halloween haunted house—but slowly grew to enjoy the vines, dripping with pheromones, as they rubbed their lubricating green sap into creamy skin, ran their feelers over pillowy lips, wrapped around full breasts and toned thighs. 

Dick pumped slightly more energy into the pool, stimulating the tentacles further, and as if seeking refuge, they began to enter the women. Zinda’s sighing mouth found itself occupied by the tip of a tentacle. Helena had her own slender tip creeping between her buttocks, though not yet going in—only tickling her anus as her face twisted with a mixture of consternation and enjoyment. Donna… having shared many things with her best friend Kory, not all of them human… simply flickered with a joyful smile as her vine pushed into her cunt. But none of the women turned down the vines as they offered themselves to the women: to their lips, to their pussies, to their assholes, exerting a gentle pressure at Dick’s command which was almost indistinguishable from the touch of the man himself. 

“Oh God—please—fuck me,” Dinah muttered, under her breath, trying to keep the other women from hearing. She knew they were feeling the same thing she was, their bodies expectant, skin goosepimpled, cunts wet, but it seemed wrong somehow to be the first to voice the lust they were all experiencing. Not even wrong, but—normalizing. There was something deliciously naughty about this, like using a vibrator for the first time, and if any of them admitted how much they were enjoying it, the taboo would be broken. They all wanted to relish the forbidden for a little while longer.

“Fuck my sweet pussy,” she heard Barbara whispering, also trying to keep her voice down. “I’m on fire!”

Dinah didn’t dare look at her.

The phallic tentacles were nosing inside of the women as Dick had intended them to. However mystified, surprised, or ashamed the expressions on their faces were, not one of the women wasn’t rocking her hips slowly on her tip-toing penetration—enjoying the ride. Kory was smiling, clear-eyed, openly savoring the cock that was easing its way deeper and deeper into her body—as much as she enjoyed the erection stretching out Dick’s jeans, as she saw from where she knelt before his groin.

Dick increased the voltage. The tentacles went ever so slightly faster, pushing in and out of where they had penetrated. There was no doubt now—all of the women responded excitedly to the increase in rhythm.

“Oh, this is so damned wrong,” Helena cried out, grasping the crucifix between her naked breasts, but doing nothing to stop her hips from responding in counterpoint to the thrusting tentacle in her sex. 

“X’Hal,” Komand’r growled, almost bitterly except for the obvious hardness in her coral nipples, “I never knew this planet could make me feel so good!”

The sheer charge of eroticism in the atmosphere was making Dick painfully erect. He unzipped his fly before the seam popped. His cock burst out, slapping Kory across the face. She looked up at him, tonguing her juicily swollen lip, her eyes joyous with arousal and her face set with a warrior’s scowl. Dick got the feeling he had inadvertently invited her not so much to make love as to fight a duel. A tentacle wormed its way along her shoulder toward her mouth. Dick slapped it away. He wanted those lips all to himself.

But as aroused as he was, Dick felt his detective’s intellect going at the back of his skull, transcendently above the lust his body felt. Perhaps it was that the other night, in fucking his way through all his wives, he had temporarily blown out the animalistic appreciation for these women—the body was willing, but the mind had had its fill. Or maybe it was just that his desire to see the experiment work out and all these heroines receive the pleasure they were so obviously due was enough to block out even the intoxicating voyeurism of seeing these beauties in rapture. 

In any event, despite Kory’s open mouth being right there, and his rigid prick being right there, and the interval between them being frustratingly small, Dick was far more invested in cataloguing the girls’ reactions. With a downright Bruce Wayne lack of affect, he noticed how different all these women were in expressing their passion. The groaners were groaning. The whimperers whimpered. The squealers squealed. The screamers screamed. He saw no sign at all of regret, misgivings, or even hesitance. All the women were enthusiastically enjoying themselves. 

All except for Kory. Alone of all the women, she seemed determined to have Dick join her in ecstasy. Or perhaps it was that they all reciprocated, but knowing that Kory was there, they considered the job handled—all of their lust, all of their gratitude, all of it finding a home in her as she was forced by both nature and lust to bring Dick along for the ride she was going on.

Kory’s hand curled around his vibrant erection and set off on a slow trek from the base to the tip. Dick groaned loudly as she hauled his foreskin down his knob and dragged it back the other way. Kory ignored his moan, except to smile a little wider. She was far too familiar with Dick’s equipment to cause him any pain—not when she was so grateful to have a handful of pulsing cock. Two handfuls, even.

Dick’s hips moved of their own accord, swaying with the sensations that were flooding into his body. He could barely hold himself back. Years of discipline, iron willpower, it meant nothing next to Kory’s combination of skill and enthusiasm. She could rob him of all control, make him come whenever she wanted, and it seemed to amuse her as much to do so as it entertained her to be fucked—especially when she was equally capable of getting him up again, playing with him and making him feel more alive than he could believe. If he had challenged to a duel, Kory definitely regarded him as a worthy opponent.

Her dancing fingers circled his collar between her thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed, Dick nearly losing his mind as the pressure sent jets of ecstasy searing into his body, until it was all he could do not to blow his load. Kory was a connoisseur of passion—able to give him the pleasure of a marathon fuck with barely any exertion on either of their parts.

Kory felt his member quake between her fingers. She continued to massage it in just the right way to keep him on the verge of climax. His glans were royal purple, throbbing with the dollops of precum that dripped out of his tip. Kory giggled at how ready he was to fuck her. She ran a cool finger over the hardened knots of his testicles and imagined she could feel the sperm inside, tumbling and churning, superheated, his scrotum a giant pressure cooker with the only safety valve at the end of his prick. 

"I love your cock," she breathed.

"If you love it so much, why don't you give it a kiss?" Dick asked.

Kory did more than that. She opened her mouth wide, as if to engulf all of Dick’s manhood, before simply clamping her lips around the tip of his cock. He gasped achingly and arched his back, trying to get all of his many inches into her warm, wet mouth. But Kory did not yet want him to feel that good. She held Dick at bay, her strength easily keeping him in place, while never letting his cockhead out of her mouth. She didn’t want that either. Her tongue swiftly lashed out and darted all over the roundness of Dick’s helmet, tasting the acrid precum beaded at his tip. As always, it made her want more.

With his own lust peaking, Dick pumped all the power he could into the pool. The tentacles responded in kind. Dick had to admit, he considered himself something of a cocksman, but for sheer speed, he had nothing on the vines. They moved in a blur, driving the women insane with pleasure. They screamed, yelled, moaned, groaned, sighed, panted. And they would’ve forgotten all about their husband except for the bands around their necks. As their passion mounted, they wanted to throw their heads about, bend, lunge, do anything to accommodate the pressure building up inside them. The leather bands held them firmly in place. They choked. They gasped. They remembered that this wasn't just happening—Dick Grayson was doing it to them.

A few almost pleaded for mercy, but the wild ecstasy they felt kept them from doing so. It would’ve been an easy matter for Donna or Kory to break out of their restraints—most of the mere mortals could’ve picked the locks as well. But as overtaxed as their bodies were, they didn’t want to put a stop to it. They gritted the teeth and bore the tension, letting it send them into new convulsions of pleasure, spasms that seemed like they would never end. The determination that made them heroes now made them seem virtually insatiable, prepared to deal with any agony so long as the bliss that came with it went on.

They arrived at orgasm after orgasm, thrusting their wet cunts against the vines, shaking with every nerve ending that was going into rapture. The tentacles didn’t stop, going into them so fast it seemed like their ecstatic cries and desperate pleas for more were being pumped out of them by the thrusting tentacles going in and out, in and out, leaving not an inch of their orifices unexplored.

Kory’s eyes were rolling back in her head, her all-green sclera making that only evident in the dazed expression on her face, for her mouth only gnawed gently on the resilient hardness of Dick’s cockhead. Dick lolled his head back and enjoyed the sensations thundering up his shaft to bewitch his body. He did nothing to Kory except allow the tentacles to do their work while he enjoyed her considerate ministrations. It said something about Kory that after experiencing the horrors of slavery, she would still so readily submit to him in this way, make herself little more than a whore tending to a master, and even derive satisfaction from doing so.

With unabashed enjoyment of every inch Dick had to give her, Kory slipped down his erection. Her tongue swirled and rolled around his length to lavish each inch with loving attention. Her pearly white teeth lightly scored the immense girth of Dick’s shaft as she traveled down it, while her saliva bathed it with each sucking gulps. 

Dick now willfully moved his hips, bucking and thrusting, trying to get into Kory’s mouth at a faster pace. But with her hands locked on his waist, she held him still. She would only take what she wanted. Even as a sub, she was still a princess. It aroused Dick all the more fiercely, having three inches and only three inches inside of Kory’s mouth, receiving special attention that the rest of his bare cock was dying for. Kory fed another inch of him into her mouth and conquered it with her tongue. Then another inch went in, his cockhead rubbing against the roof of Kory’s mouth…

Dick distracted himself by attending to the tablet. With one touch, he dragged the power bar from the moderate yellow scale it had been on to well into the red. Now more tentacles emerged from the water, not hesitant, but eagerly following the paths their predecessors had taken. The women were even more securely bound, tentacles wrapping around necks, arms, legs, even grasping at their hair before pushing into whatever unoccupied holes they found. Those being sodomized were double-penetrated as well. Those being throated by the tentacles found themselves spit-roasted with another in their cunts.

“C’mon, you ugly son of a bitch, I’m ready for you!” Zinda hollered, watching her second tentacle as it hovered cobra-like in front of her, swaying, seeming to observe her naked body with implacable regard. “Fuck the fuck out of me! I want you in me all the way to your trunk!”

Her outburst prompted a wave of moans from the other women, as though she’d given them permission to finally release the satisfaction they were feeling. Hearing that orgasmic chorus sent a throbbing pang all the way down the length of Dick’s manhood.

Dick’s sixth inch went into Kory’s mouth, making it impossible for her to move her tongue all the way around the cock filling up her mouth. She had to make do with running it up and down the underside of his manhood. Dick had no complaints—her tongue strokes made his prick dance and throb. Soon it was entering her throat, Kory carefully swallowing saliva and precum together as her gullet accommodated Dick’s girth and growing length. She was gagging… it was impossible not to with a prick that size… but she wasn’t letting it stop her. She relaxed her throat muscles and kept her mouth wide open until her nose was nested in Dick’s pubic hair, every inch of him between her lips and down her throat. Kory swallowed carefully, her very throat massaging Dick’s shaft.

“Oh damn, that’s… that’s…” Dick groaned as if in agony. “Holy shit!”

Kory felt saliva flooding her mouth in response to her throat’s impalement, Dick’s piquant seed draining into her gullet as if trying to prepare her for the flood oncoming when Dick finally climaxed. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, taking it easily into her gulping throat and massaging him with her swallows. It made it difficult to breathe, but she was willing to take on that strain in order to please Dick. Forcing her throat to loosen again, she dragged herself off of Dick’s manhood, then eased the cockhead out of her mouth with her pushing tongue. His prick hovered in front of her, dribbling precum, throbbing, filling her nostrils with the musk of Dick’s arousal, his masculinity. 

Then the tentacle in her asshole started to vibrate—mindless, relentless, and utterly pleasing.

“X’Hal!” Kory gasped, her flesh throbbing and quivering in tune with the vine, the feeling spreading up her body until her teeth were chattering. Momentarily, she forgot her obligation to Dick and allowed her eyes to lazily cross, her whole body flush with the sweet, peaceful feeling spurring her on to an even greater climax than had been building in her before.

Dick looked down at her, long experience having taught him to see the subtle variance in shades that separated her sclera from her irises, showing him how Kory’s pupils were wandering confusedly with the influx of pleasure she felt. He was about to go and have his needs tended to by one of his other wives, but he had barely begun to turn away when Kory grasped him by the balls and held him firmly in place. Her lips closed in a ring around his jerking prick, letting him feel the vibrations from the vine echoing up into her mouth and his member. It was as if she were sharing what she felt directly with his cock.

“Get it, Kory, get it, get it, YEAH!” he cried, making one final adjustment to the tablet before he was totally lost in Kory’s mouth.

By now the women were growing weary. Taken by surprise by the sheer intensity of being double-penetrated, overwhelmed with orgasm, driven to the point of total exhaustion and yet unable, unwilling to end the pleasure that came with the tentacles deeply invading them. They allowed themselves to grow closer and closer to mass unconsciousness. 

More tentacles came out of the pool, a third for each woman, mostly going for their mouths. Though few had enough energy to give the blowjob that the vines demanded, the women were too tired, their eyes too glazed with pleasure to do anything but yield. And the vines snaked between their lips, thrusting into their throats to fuck all but Kory from three directions at once. They could not do anything but endure the extremes of sensation that they had been brought to and strive desperately for the orgasmic bliss they were tempted with, the final climactic eruption each could see reflected back at them in the other women’s taut and aching bodies. 

That was what Renee Montoya saw when she returned to the greenhouse: eight gorgeous women, chained up around a pool that was swarming with vines, each one destined for an asshole, a pussy, a mouth. The skylight above gave a perversely beatific illumination of the scene, as if all that straining and sobbing they were doing was placed within the scenery of the Garden of Eden. It could’ve been a torture chamber in its extremes, except for the unmistakable zeal the women voiced around the phallic gags in their mouths, the sheer beauty of their sweaty bodies heaving with the joyful exertion of being fucked, the bondage—pointless now when the pleasure was impossible to resist—that provided the cherry on top of the utter debauchery on display.

Renee was left rather breathless, to say the least. And utterly unprepared to defend herself when the tentacles turned on her. The noise she made when they seized her was lost in the cacophony of moans and sighs the other women were making, even Dick’s frenzied groaning as Kory mouthed him. Before Renee could try harder to alert them to her circumstances, vines were being stuffed into her mouth, clasping her arms and legs, laying in her palm. 

Renee’s fingers instinctively curled around the fat, throbbing tendrils as the pheromones hit her, absorbed through her skin and rammed into her mouth by the tentacle throating her. She whimpered inwardly, thinking that this must be what cocks felt like. She squeezed them as hard as she could, hoping the tentacles would prove to be as vulnerable, but the tentacles only pumped back and forth, fucking her fisted hands. Lubricating sap ran from their tips, getting massaged into her palms by the tentacles’ rutting action and adding to her aphrodisiac arousal. Her cunt tingled. She automatically closed her thighs, trying to rub them together, but the vines forced her legs apart and held them open. She was still naked, feeling the cool air on her bare cunt—then the warmth of something approaching. Something living. 

Renee wondered if she could get pregnant from a plant fucking her. In her frenzied state of panic and arousal and anticipation, it seemed very possible. Her thighs tensed as she tried to move them, but for every inch she gained, the vines playfully opened her up again. Motherfucker, they’re going to fuck me… please don’t come… please don’t come in my pussy… madre de dios, I can’t get pregnant… you can come all over me, you can even come in my ass, but don’t come inside my pussy… don’t get me pregnant…

“Come in my asshole!” Renee tried to say around the vine stuffed between her lips, though the end result was not discernible even to herself. “Fill my ass up… not my pussy… please not my pussy!”

Then the vine shoved itself far too deep into her gullet for her to even try to say anything. Renee was about to panic when she felt a vine nestling between her buttocks, rubbing its lubricating head against her anus. It felt like she and the plant had come to some kind of understanding and she enthusiastically sucked on the vine in her mouth, trying to indicate her preference. The plant seemed to understand—it pushed harder into the tightness of her rectum. It hurt, but Renee enjoyed the pain. It was proof that her cunt—her womb—was safe.

It wasn’t that she was enjoying it. It was just that she was gratified that she wouldn’t get knocked up by this fucking puta.

Renee was so very, very gratified that she wasn’t going to get knocked up…

Kory sucked harder, faster on the cock that filled her mouth, as though for every iota of blissful satisfaction the vines brought her, she was desperate to repay Dick. She ran the tip of her tongue cajolingly over the tiny opening at the end of his cock, equally hungry for fresh cum, and though Dick could not yet satisfy her appetite, it gave them ample pleasure to try.

A thought finally forced its way into Kory’s vacant euphoria, but it was simply how she loved the taste of Dick’s cock. Salty with sweat, savory with the sheer maleness he was exuding. Her tongue never stopped its roaming along his shaft, and each motion it made brought a fresh taste of precum to her mouth and an answering throb. She was overjoyed that Dick knew how badly she wanted him. And yet, she doubted he could ever know how much she needed this.