MtK update

“You’re Batman’s slut!” Bruce roared. “Batman’s personal cum dumpster!”

Harley’s satiated moans were those of a woman in rapture. She mewled them out around his erection, taking it deep into her gullet, her fingers behind Bruce, deep in the firm muscle of his ass. She held him in place to give her more and more cum. But whereas Bruce had demanded her pussy and its cream like some feudal lord collecting tribute, she felt addicted to Bruce’s seed, a junkie getting her fix. But it wasn’t just the cum itself. It was being his whore. It was being a sex slave to Batman himself. 

Harley thought he’d been playing a game, making her say those things, but really he’d been showing her the truth. She was Batman’s cum dumpster and nothing could give her pleasure like being what she was.

Harley growled as she took his prick deep into her throat, small fingers wrapped around the base where it seemed impossible for her mouth to reach. She smashed her lips at her own grip on his erection, forcing his spurting cockhead down into her gullet. Her other hand squeezed his balls, as if to hurry along the sperm that was jetting down her throat.

Bruce howled, almost bending over backwards, he was thrusting his hips forward so far, his cock deep in Harley’s throat and rumbling with the incredible force of his ejaculation. Harley sucked with her lips and twisted her hand, milking out more cum to fill her greedy throat. She wiggled her ass, shook her tits, wishing for Bruce to spank her, grope her, do even more to her than claim her mouth, but he was too caught up in the immensity of his ejaculation to be tempted by the tawdriness of her body. There was a purity, a cleanness to how absolutely he pumped himself into Harley’s mouth that even she couldn’t deny.

Her tongue stroked wildly against his shaft as she gulped him down, scouring up the bittersweet warmth of his raging manhood. The taste finished her off. Her cunt burned and throbbed and erupted beautifully, rubbed just right by the pulses that came down into her body with his spurting ejaculation. She sucked as hard as she could, wanting Bruce to come in her mouth even more, give her even more waves of ecstasy. When he had no more to give, she held her mouth open at the tip of his prick, offering her face and lolling tongue to his jism.

“Give me more!” Harley wailed. “Come all over me, Brucie! I mean, Bats. I want to slurp from your balls for hours and hours!”

“But you’ve had enough for now,” Bruce said tightly. He watched with satisfaction as Harley’s taut body was squeezed by the orgasm she was experiencing. “You haven’t earned any more than I’ve already given you.”

Harley defiantly licked and sucked at his falling cock, his empty balls. He held his gloved hand out to her, musky from gripping his straining cock as he guided it into Harley’s mouth. Harley grabbed his wrist with both hands, yanking his fingers to her mouth. She kissed them, licked them, sucked them, doing each finger in turn, tasting all she could of the masculine sweat that clung to his glove.

Bruce grunted with satisfaction, seeing Harley getting her fix.

“You like that, Quinn?”

“You know I fucking do!” she gurgled. “I’m so fucking hot, Bruce! Fuck, you make me so fucking hot!”

She sat down on the breakfast nook, ass next to their plates. One leg stuck straight out, the other was bent so her foot was under her other knee. She licked the palm of the hand she’d had around Bruce’s cock, then ran it between her legs, flexing her thighs as she began to touch herself. Her hand rubbed at her wet sex, then Harley lifted that hand to her mouth while replacing it with the other one. Her eyes twinkled with mischief while she licked her own arousal from her hand. Then she switched, dipping her left hand down to her crotch, pushing the fingers of her right hand into her mouth. Sucking as she fucked.

Bruce’s body lit up with arousal, his awareness now centered on his gathering erection. It was the only thing that could compete with the sight of what Harley was doing.

“If you can’t come anymore, Batsy, I’ll just have to feed myself. You know how good I taste, dontcha?”

“You would know better,” Bruce said, “all the times you’ve sucked yourself off my cock, sucked me clean. Do you like it more than how I taste?”

“Maybe,” Harley said puckishly, batting her eyelashes at him.

“Which do you think Ivy likes better: sucking me off after I fuck you or eating you out after I give you my cum?”

Harley squealed as she rubbed at herself faster. “Don’t know,” she squeaked. “Don’t care!”

Bruce moved his hand over her trembling body, caressing her breasts as they jiggled with her masturbation, toying with her nipples almost too gently to be felt. Harley moaned, cheeks blushing as she stopped herself from begging for him to slap her tits, twist her nipples. 

“How many men have fucked you?”

Harley slowed down in fingering herself. “Y-you…”

Suddenly, Bruce’s hands snaked out to catch her wrists, stopping her from touching herself anymore. Harley instantly keened, knowing that it was useless to fight against his superior strength. “Me?” he queried.

“You, bah-Batman!”

“That’s better.” He let go of her right hand. She went back to touching herself far more desperately than before, as if to make up for lost time—or like she’d been freshly aroused. 

Bruce now spun her around on the breakfast nook, her outstretched leg knocking plates to the ground. She faced away from him, her ass perched on the edge of the table, still masturbating with her left arm hammerlocked behind her as if he might handcuff her.

At the thought of that, Harley added another finger to her cunt.

“Am I the only one?” Bruce asked her, rubbing his free hand along her ass, still lined with painful welts from before. 

“No sir, Batman, sir.”

“The Joker?”

Harley’s masturbation slowed again. “Uh-huh,” she nodded childishly. 

“And what was that like?” Bruce asked, cupping his hand between her buttocks, sliding his fingers to her anus.

Harley choked and trembled, unprepared for both the physical violation and the reminder of the man she was supposed to be faithful to, but she knew better than to resist. Bruce had just reminded her of how good he could make her feel. She couldn’t risk that, not when she was in his good graces. 

“It was, it was awful, B-batman,” she said, asshole tightening against the caresses of his gloved fingers—wet with her own warm saliva.

“Why’s that?” Bruce asked, moving his hand even lower, across her taint, so that his fingers approached her pussy from behind and below.

“He, he only… only…” Harley gasped, now only pressing down on her mound and the tightness of her ashamed arousal, but Bruce’s fingers were between her legs, tracing the petals of her cunt.

“Only what?” Bruce pressed, fingers nearing the top of her slit.

“He only came! Came really quick!” Harley retched out.

Bruce barked with low laughter. “So one pump and he blew his load, then?”

“Yes, sir,” Harley moaned, a shameful red flooding her face.

“Not very appreciative of that tight pussy, is it?”

“Uh-uh.”

“That’s not a problem you have anymore, is it?” he asked mockingly, fingers reaching her clit.

“No, no Batman, uh-uh!” Harley choked out, suddenly teetering on the edge of climax. 

“Was that a no I heard? Do you want me to stop?” His fingers stilled.

Harley gasped, grabbing at his fingers, physically rubbing them against her pussy, her clit, but it wasn’t the same without him doing it, he knew what she needed and she didn’t.

“I asked you a question,” Bruce said, his voice a whisper that boomed in her ears.

“No, I mean, yes, no, I don’t want you to stop! I don’t want you to stop, Batman!”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m Batman’s whore! Batman’s whore needs to come! Batman’s whore needs to come so bad!”

Harley’s head swam. It was the same turmoil as she had been in before. The nervousness and anticipation of just what she would do, coupled with her trepidation over what Bruce would do, all of it competing with the obscene lust that surged over her no matter what when Bruce had his mind set on using her. No matter what she resolved, what decision she came to, her loyalty to the Joker cropped up again and again. 

But then there was the pleasure Bruce had to offer her, lingering inside her, growing and hiding and swelling with each depraved act she was brought to. Her lust for him burned inside her. It wouldn’t go away no matter how fiercely she denounced it. His fingers worked into her sex and she clenched, wet as a well, feeling it to a vivid degree she wasn’t at all used to.

Bruce let out an amused grunt, the warm air of it singeing the hairs on the back of her neck. His fingers went easily into her despite how tight she was. Her aroused juices flowed out of her in dollops. Harley’s eyes rolled back in her head.

Then Bruce’s hand was gone. Or not gone, but rather withdrawn, settling between Harley’s thighs to suddenly apply an upward pressure. He picked her up from below, shifting her in his arms until he had her slung under his elbow, hanging there like a cargo to be lugged around.

“Come on,” Bruce said, carrying her out of the room. “I have something I want to show you.”

Harley bit into her lower lip until she tasted blood. Not now! Not when she was so close! Did Bruce have any idea of the magic he had filled her with—what that beautiful, loving touch of his did to her? 

And his cock! Harley could see it was hard again now, projecting out ahead of him like an iron bar. She could take that erection anywhere, in any way, and love it. She loved sucking it, she loved fucking it, she loved stroking it in her hands or having it rub between her breasts. She’d even love having it in the most painful place of all; if that was what it took to tempt Bruce into finishing her off…

“Show me later! Later! Fuck me up the ass!” Harley pleaded with him. “Fuck me where it hurts, Batsy, where it hurts the very best! I’ll come for you! I’ll love every minute of being your Bat-cum dumpster!”

Bruce chuckled lowly, the sound deep in his broad chest. “Be patient, Quinn. This will only take a minute.”

He took her to one of the living rooms, with a sofa set up in front of a large TV. Together, they sat down on the sofa. Bruce took a small tablet from his utility belt and expertly manipulated it, activating the television, but not to any cable channel. Instead, he accessed the Batcomputer—which, naturally, would usually not have access to a TV in the manor—and called up the video he’d asked Barbara to make. As he’d expected, she’d had it done promptly, despite how recently it had happened and how little time she’d had to edit it.

“Open your cunt for me. Show me what’s mine.” “I want Batman to eat my cunt! My wet little cunt! Please!” “Ohh, Batman, that’s so good!” “Please, Batman. Please make me come, make me your bitch! I want to be Batman’s bitch!” “It’s yours, it’s yours, oh Batman, eat this cunt, it belongs to you!” “I’m almost there, Batman! I’m about to come for you! Ohhh God! I’m gonna come! Suck my pussy, eat my pussy! Make me come, Batman! Ohhh, please, make me come for Batman!” “Batman’s cock… I love Batman’s cock…”

Harley couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Hidden cameras had captured every moment of their fuck with cinematic quality. The sound came through crystal clear, in surround sound. There it was, every thrust, every orgasm, every swallow. And then more came. Earlier. Her being spanked, facefucked, fingered, whipped—loving every moment of it.

“How do you like our sex tape?” Bruce asked.

“You… you wouldn’t…” Harley laughed nervously. “You wouldn’t actually release this, would you, Bats? Master? Batman? People would—they’d know who you are! That you’re Batman!”

“Because I’m wearing some silly costume?” he asked goadingly, jutting his chin out like a prize fighter waiting for a weak punch. “I’m sure plenty of people have a fetish for that. It’d just be one more fiasco for playboy idiot Bruce Wayne. But you… look at you. Begging for Batman’s cock. Might be hard to hire henchmen with that hanging over your head. I bet most of the rogues wouldn’t even associate with you—those who can put up with you in the first place, that is. Someone might kill you just for sullying their despicable name. You know how Arkham is. And I’m sure the Joker wouldn’t appreciate being embarrassed this way.”

“Okay, Brucie, real funny!” Harley forced another laugh. “But you’re not really going to do it, are ya? Are ya?”

Bruce rubbed his chin. “I’m still mulling it over. Why don’t you get down on your knees and spread your cheeks? That might help me think.”

His casual words were music to Harley’s ears. She’d wanted him to fuck her, now she needed him to, needed Bruce to use her so she could convince him to let her be his sex slave.

Obediently, Harley got down on the floor, facing the massive television as it showed her earlier debasement, again and again.

“Do you like my asshole?” Harley asked, anxiously wagging her ass to entice Bruce. “Does it get you hard enough to fuck me, Brucie?”

“I’ll let you decide how hard you’ve made me,” Bruce said coolly, kneeling down behind Harley. 

He patted her ass pleasantly, as though this were more than doggy style—like she really was just a pet. Not even a sex slave, but a creature whose existence depended on his good will. 

“By the way, no matter what I decide—if anything happens to me, or if you let slip to anyone about my secret, all the videos get released. I can actually see you recovering from one little sex tape in this day and age, but hour after hour of you being my bitch, begging for my cock, screaming about how you love my cum…”

As Harley pictured it, gulping, he guided his knob to her anus and shoved himself inside of her.

“Ooooh!” Harley moaned, feeling the surge of his rigid erection into a passage that felt far too small for it. 

“Yeah. You’d never be anything other than a slut, ever again. I know you resent being seen as a floozy instead of a ‘doctor.’” Bruce put mocking quotation marks around the word. He knew full well how Harley had earned her degree. Probably much the same way she was getting into his good graces now, particularly if she was telling the truth about the Joker being her ‘first’. “But at least people see you as something of a threat. Small children might be a little scared of you. Imagine people pointing at you on the street, laughing at you because they know how you look when you come. They know what makes you come.”

He pumped into her again, his manhood like a red-hot poker, stirring the fire in Harley’s bowels.

“Aaawwwhh!”

“And by the way,” Bruce added. “Wayne Enterprises owns the rights to your image. It was part of the pre-nups. How long do you think it’d take the boys in marketing to come up with a few fun T-shirts once you’ve become a porn star? I’m imagining an ahegao sweater entirely with your face on it. That could be your legacy, Quinn. That could be what you’re remembered for. I know I’d fucking wear it!”

Harley couldn’t think about that now. It was too much for her—her mind retreated from even considering it. With Bruce pistoning his cock into her ass, it was far easier to think of his hot cum spurting into her rectum. The lewd vision, the imagined feel of his semen inside her, spurred Harley on. Her excitement grew even more than it had with Bruce humiliating her; her mind couldn’t quite process the disgrace she was faced with, so instead she focused on the stabbing thrusts he gave her asshole. Her supple body writhed between Bruce and the television, taking his jerking cock as far into her ass as either of them could get it.

“Give me your cum!” Harley urged him desperately. “Put it in my ass! I wanna feel your cum every time I sit down! Uhhh! Oh! Oww! The deeper your cock’s in me, the better it feels! Fuck! Feel my pussy, Batman! Feel how wet having your big prick in my asshole has made me, goddamn!”

Bruce reached down to grope between her legs. He felt the heat coming off her cunt, the wetness squelching against his leather glove. He grunted in appreciation—her lust told him how obedient she was being. 

“Your pussy is even wetter than when I was eating you out.” Unexpectedly, a tremor of arousal went through Bruce’s entire body. He hadn’t realized how turned on it made his own body, revealing to Harley how she belonged to him. “Your cunt’s dripping all over my hand… getting it nice and wet. And your asshole’s sucking on my cock even better than your mouth did.” He slapped one of her buttocks, making Harley mewl through the pained pleasure of being sodomized by him. “That fat ass is going to be taking my load real soon.”