Arkham Yum 3

“Well. Brucie. Fancy meeting you here. I’d’ve thought a rich boy like you could afford therapy before it got to be this bad,” Selina purred, pulling at her jumpsuit—the buttons snapping apart one by one.

She was lovely: silky black hair, fair skin. Her breasts were full, separated by an even slope that was all natural, and capped by cupid-pink nipples the size of silver dollars. They puckered in the cool air that greeted their appearance.

“Is it worth asking for you to get me out of this thing?” Bruce asked, taking a moment to struggle against the straitjacket encasing him.

“Mmmm—no. Seeing you throat-deep in the clown doesn’t have me feeling like a very good girlfriend.” Selina stepped out of the jumpsuit. When she took off her panties, Bruce could see the fringe where her pubic hair was neatly trimmed away, leaving only a border around the slit of her womanhood. As glossy as a black cat’s fur. “And those new straitjackets are designed to keep the Joker in check. Maybe Mister Miracle could break out of them—if he really wanted to.”

“Then let me guess: quid pro quo?”

“Well, safe bet that a billionaire would have something I want,” Selina drawled, now absolutely naked, revealing herself in all her glory to Bruce’s hungry eyes. Despite having just satisfied himself in Harley’s mouth, he felt arousal throbbing again in his groin. “But are you going to give it to me? You don’t have the best history in that department.”

“And you’re not normally so playful when lives are at stake,” Bruce retorted in a growl.

“You mean yours? Don’t flatter yourself, Bat. You got yourself into this mess; feel free to get yourself out. And there aren’t any other hostages to worry about. Unless you’re concerned with little ol’ me and all my naughty friends…”

Bruce’s brow furrowed. “The thought had crossed my mind.”

“Worried the fuzz will be too rough with us when they storm the castle? That’s sweet. Of course, if you were that worried about me, you could’ve kept me out of this hellhole to begin with.”

“The judge put you here, not me. And if I were willing to break the law for my own convenience, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“Or several others,” Selina observed. “But from the way Harley’s frothing at the lips—and not in the usual way—I guess you’re not in a playful mood right now.”

“You guess correctly.”

“And you want to cut to the chase—always such a fun part of our little encounters. Almost enough to make me let you catch me.”

“Selina,” Bruce gritted out. “Would it help if I said ‘please’?”

“Not really,” Selina tossed off. “It’s no fun when you have to beg on business. But there is something you can do for me…”

As Bruce watched, she reached to her bare pussy—delved into herself and sighed as she brought a large, diamond-encrusted ring out from her pink folds. Bruce’s forehead wrinkled. The Olympian Band—he’d always thought Selina had taken it, but after her arrest, no search had ever turned it up.

“I’ve got a little something for you to hold onto for me,” Selina said. “Just until I come to get it, you understand. Somehow I don’t think you’ll get searched as thoroughly as they search me.”

“Then how’d you get it in here in the first place?”

Selina smirked. “I can’t give away all my secrets, Bat. You’d lose interest in me. Then again, that doesn’t seem to be happening any time soon…”

Bruce’s stamina was working against him. The sight of Selina’s naked beauty arousing him, making his endowment rise and stiffen, despite how much he’d satisfied himself with Harley. As always, his erection drew Selina’s attention. She stepped over Harley’s body for a closer look. 

“Here. Let me put this where you won’t forget it.”

Suddenly she had the ring sliding over Bruce’s cock, all the way down to the base. Immediately the veins running along Bruce’s shaft started to bulge out more thickly, his stiffness fighting against the obstruction now placed around his girth. Bruce could only be thankful that it was such a large ring in the first place. Thick enough to fit two of a man’s fingers, let alone the god it had been supposedly crafted for.

“That’s a nice fit, lover. It must be kismet. And I think we have enough time to take it for a test drive.” 

Selina looked down at his member, growing stiffer right before her eyes, and climbed onto his lap. His prick stuck straight up in the air, easy prey for her slit to rub against as she ground herself into its underside. Bruce moaned as he felt her warm pink slit ride the throb of his erection. It was nice and stiff and Selina moaned herself as she got it harder, all that blood having nowhere to go and nothing to do but get hotter and hotter.

Flashing a smile at Bruce, she lifted herself up and then mounted herself on his manhood.

“Oh… yeah…” Selina cooed, taking his towering cock inch by inch. “That feels good, Bat. Really good.”

She shook and shuddered as it opened her up wide, filling up her glossy pink folds and stretching them with an ever increasing pressure. Even with her inner muscles convulsing, clenching tightly shut on their invader, she still felt splayed by the massive impalement inside her. Selina had never before felt a fever like she now had in her pussy and all thought of what she was doing fled her pleasure-saturated mind.

Fuck him… fuck him… that was all she could think. Fuck that cock. Take it up your pussy and ride it all night.

“Yes,” Selina gasped, “yes, Bruce—best tool you’ve got isn’t in your utility belt, it’s right here. I love it! Now fuck me with it!”

She raised her hips up from his lap, pulling herself almost entirely off his cock, until his glans were just between her labia. She felt Bruce quiver, restless, nervous, part of him wanting this to be over so he could get on with his self-appointed mission… and part of him never wanting this to end.

Before he could make up his mind, Selina slammed herself down on him, driving his cock up into her belly in one straight shot. 

It made her scream. Even Bruce had to grunt.

Selina lifted herself up off his erection again. This time, she didn’t wait so long before bringing herself back down on his cock. Then she did it again, trying to come down on his steely cock with even more force. She screamed some more.

“Fuck me the way I deserve to be fucked!” Selina bayed, almost howling at the moon now. Bruce wanted to shush her for fear she’d bring another inmate to investigate, but her passion was too arousing for him as well. “Do it hard and fast and don’t stop for anything! Don’t stop til I’m your cum-drenched little whore!”

She took him in again, and again, finding a rhythm Bruce couldn’t resist. Then he was matching her thrust for thrust, driving his hips up as she came down on him, covering his throbbing length in her splashing juices. Selina couldn’t stand it. It was too delectable. She thought she’d lose her mind. For the first time since being committed, she was hot, getting fucked.

Harder and harder and harder.

Up and down on his cock.

The two of them moving together.

Their bodies—his prick—her sex—melting together.

Blending.

Merging.

Making the sensations stronger, more intense, more agonizingly delicious for both of them.

“OH GOD! YES! GOD YES! OPEN ME UP WIDE, BRUCE! RUIN MY PUSSY FOR OTHER COCK! YOU WANT ME TO BE YOURS SO BAD—DON’T LEAVE ME ANY OTHER COCKS THAT CAN SATISFY ME!”

Selina screamed too hard to think. She felt Bruce’s manhood kick as though he were coming, but the ring around his base wouldn’t let any cum out of him. He stayed just as hard as ever. And with Selina getting even wetter, wetter all the time, she fucked him faster, harder, over and over again.

Up and down his shaft. Up to his cockhead and down to his balls. Taking all of his length. Feeling her climax swelling, beginning to build, knowing that she could enjoy his stiffness as long as she needed to. That she could fuck him as long and as hard as she wanted. Come as many times as she wanted to come.

Then the fucking became a bomb. Her orgasm set it off.

She burst. She flew. She was shattered into a million quivering pieces. Her mind melted into water. All that was left of Selina was sensation… endless rivers of feeling,, loosely formed into the human shape wrapped around Bruce’s manhood.

But she wasn’t human—she was an animal. A creature of nothing but mindless lust. Insatiable need. 

She lived for her pussy. She thought only of her pussy. Her pussy was her reason for being, and filling it with cock was what it existed for. Bruce’s cock especially. No other cock fit her so tightly. No other cock filled her so full. And she knew no other cock could give her as much cum as Bruce’s could.

The first wave of her orgasm subsided, but there was another immediately after it, building to a crest more powerful than ever. When that broke, there was another right behind it, and another, and another. 

Selina couldn’t stop, she didn’t want to stop. She just kept on riding: galloping on Bruce’s cock, faster and faster, his cock driving in and out of her. His hips rolled up to Selina and came back down, thrust into her and drew back out. 

Selina had no idea how long she could keep it up. Maybe the rest of the night, even all of the next day. She saw no reason to stop. Bruce couldn’t orgasm with the cock-ring on and so Selina could keep him going as long as she wanted.

Only she’d had all the fucking she could get. Peyton prevented her from continuing.

She never heard the Ventriloquist come in. The first time Selina knew she was there was when Mr. Scarface came down on her head. The wooden dummy hit her a hard, heavy blow. One that sent a wave of dizziness shooting through her body. Selina spilled off Bruce’s cock and tumbled to the floor.

Bruce sat there, his cock a deep purple, stiffer than it had ever been before. Selina got one last look at it before she passed out. It was beautiful, despite the fact that it might well have just cost Selina her freedom.

“Hi, Brucie-wucie,” Peyton said in her low, breathy voice—the apparently unintentional Marilyn Monroe impression providing all the more contrast to the gruff, clipped accent that her puppet spoke in. 

“Ahh,” Mr. Scarface slurred—the usual Edward G. Robinson. “Gruce Wayne, eh. Get your gottom dollar your company’d pay a pretty penny to get you gack! Only these stupid screws stuck me in here with a gunch of dames! Can’t trust any floozies to run no job! Hafta do it myself!”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Scarface!” the blonde trilled. “I’m sure you’ll do a wonderful job all by yourself!”

Bruce cleared his throat. He obviously didn’t have as good a working relationship with Peyton as he did with Selina, but he knew a thing or two about throwing his own voice…

***

“Alright, girlie, listen up! I ain’t gonna repeat myself into that empty blonde head!”

Peyton’s cheery expression screwed up, becoming narrowed and suspicious. “Mr. Scarface? Is that you? You don’t sound like yourself…”

“Course it’s me, ya dumb groad! No one else is here except for that Wayne schmoe, and ya don’t see him flapping his lips, do you?”

Peyton scratched her confused head. “No, sir, Mr. Scarface—I guess not.”

“Course ya don’t! You’re dumb, not glind! Now listen good! We can’t get Wayne to pay no ransom! The guards’d just take the money gack when they come storming in! What we’ve gotta do is get it so we’re set for life!”

“How are we going to do that, Mr. Scarface?”

“Easy, toots! Child support payments!”

“Child support?” Peyton blinked extravagantly, with all of her long eyelashes. “Is someone pregnant?”

“You’re gonna ge, ya dizzy dame, if ya know what’s good for you! Once ya get him to knock ya up, we’ve got ‘em on the hook for eighteen years! Climb onboard that prick and start drilling for white oil, pronto! We’ve gotta get this done before some other skank gets the same idea!”

Peyton flushed “But, Mr. Scarface… I’m your girl. And I’m a one-man kinda girl!”

“I don’t wanna hear no backtalk from a tomato! Put me down; get your hand outta my ass! The only gody parts I want intersecting are you and his!”

Peyton felt herself blush from head to toe, but set Mr. Scarface down—leaned against Selina’s prostrate body—and stripped off her own jumpsuit. The white institutional bra and panties came off last. 

Peyton didn’t have Selina’s flashy sensuality or statuesque impressiveness, but her curves were riper, fuller, more voluptuous. Bruce liked the old-fashioned plumpness she had to her—good long shapely legs, rich and rounded, with a sweet pendulous ass, and sensationally sculpted tits. Even if the standard-issue underwear she’d been put in didn’t flatter her curvy figure nearly as much as the evening gowns she preferred, her beauty didn’t need much flattering. And without it, her body didn’t need anything more at all.

“Spread those lips,” Scarface said. “Show Gruce what he’s gonna fuck.”

Blushing, Peyton reached down. She had to work her hands out of the fists they’d balled into. Then she spread her cuntlips like the petals of a flower. Her pussy was throbbing so hard, she thought that she’d come then and there. She felt Bruce’s eyes burning on her breasts, her legs, her sex. A shiver passed through her. She couldn’t stop the gathering flow of her juices, the engorgement of her clit. Her arousal dripped onto her inner thighs.

“How’d you like to feel her up?” Scarface demanded. “The silly slut likes to be felt up. Play with her goobs, her pussy. Hell, Gruce, you can put your finger in her ass if you want!”

“Mr. Scarface,” Peyton said faintly. “Please don’t talk like that.”

“Aww, shaddup. Take a look at that cock, girlie! You won’t have much to say then!”

Peyton couldn’t resist peeking at Bruce from her lowered eyes. Bruce’s prick stood out in fullness, easily the biggest she’d ever seen. His balls hung low, seeming very full. Peyton gulped, her pussy clenching with a fierce heat. She wasn’t surprised when she felt her clit swell so suddenly that it was like a small orgasm before the main event—the revving of an engine in a car impatient to speed off.

“I can do anything to her?” Bruce asked, his eyes still taking in Peyton’s full, round breasts and the stiff nipples that topped him. “Anything I want?”

“So long as you come in that nice tight pussy and get her pregnant,” Scarface said. “Hell, once you’ve done that, you can come all over her. This gitch loves to be cummed on, don’t you, gitch?”

Peyton gave Scarface an embarrassed look, while feeling Bruce’s eyes on her naked breasts. An almost physical feeling, like he was squeezing and caressing the firm flesh, pulling at her erect nipples.

“Tell him how much you love cum, gitch!”

“I… Mr. Scarface, you don’t really want me to…”

“Now!”

“Oh Jesus!” Peyton sobbed, unable to control the burning hunger in her cunt. Mr. Scarface always seemed to know… “I like it when… men come in my face… on my tits… all over me!”

Not in the least bit abashed by her confession, Bruce leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked it hard, cutting the tension Peyton felt with a sudden burst of pleasure. It felt even more like a climax than the swell she’d experienced in her clit. She was keenly aware of the wetness on her inner thighs, like her pussy was leaking. This man had fucked so many girls that he seemed to know more about Peyton’s body than she did.

“Grab his cock, gitch!” Scarface yelled. “Jack off his gig prick!”