MtK update

The cat lashed into Harley’s pussy again, biting into the soft folds of her labia, slashing the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Her ass flew up, legs straining against her bonds as she cried out, a helpless plea that Bruce drowned with the first rope of white-hot cum that he poured into the back of her throat.

Harley came, her juices flowing out of her as the whip touched her again, splattering her orgasmic honey so it splashed onto the table and her thighs and her belly. She heaved, gagging, body betraying her with an open throat to let Bruce’s prick pump into her, another jet of semen gushing directly into her belly. She gurgled on it, her cunt trembling as Diana hit it right on her clit, giving her bound body over to another depraved burst of enjoyment.

Bruce’s cum slammed into her throat again, filling it and her mouth. She tasted it; creamy, salty, even delicious. Then she gulped convulsively, sucking it down. What little portion of it she could swallow—it still bulged out her cheeks—went low to weight down her stomach. She felt stuffed, like she’d eaten an entire Thanksgiving dinner. 

The cat slashed her again, her pussy responding as obediently as some well-trained animal, and she screamed her orgasm through the cum in her mouth. Bruce thrust into her mouth again, pumping his own cum out of her mouth and over her lips as his cock took up the space it’d been filling. He poured even more down her throat. It filled her to the brim, pressing against her bladder. 

“That’s a good cum dumpster,” Bruce said in even judgment. “You can tell she loves the taste. She’ll make a good whore once she develops an appetite.”

His prick fired a last rope of hot cum, this one splashing across Harley’s numb face, and then his erection settled, oozing his dregs as Bruce exhaled with accomplishment.

“Now clean it,” Bruce ordered, offering his half-hard cock to Harley. “Show me how thankful you are to be allowed to swallow my cum.”

Harley was woozy, barely conscious, not even registering the indignity of having Bruce’s seed marking her face. The pulsations of her orgasm ebbed, but never seemed to entirely go away. She was still halfway coming as she licked up the cum trickling down Bruce’s cock. She didn’t know where she was, what she was doing, only that a nice man with a big cock was telling her what to do. 

She knew on an instinctive level that he was responsible for the orgasmic throbs still going through her cunt. She had to do as he said. Doing as he said would make the throbbing keep going. It would make her his little cum slut and she had enough memory to remember how fun that had been in the past, like it was her rightful place, what she deserved.

But something was missing. She had come, but she still wasn’t satisfied. And degraded as she felt, as wonderfully ashamed as he’d made her, it was because he was Batman, not because he was her master. She’d half-betrayed Mistah J, sucking on his arch-nemesis’s cock, and horror washed over her as she realized she was giving aid and comfort to the enemy. She gagged and pulled her mouth away, cursing up a storm, trying to break free of her bindings.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Bruce asked.

“I’ll kill ya! Then you’ll never tell Mistah J what we did!”

Selina sighed. “And I thought the little cunt was getting somewhere. This is going to take all night.”

“Untie her,” Diana said. “It will take as long as it takes.”

The ropes came off and Harley sprawled out on the floor, her legs aching, her whole body sore. But more than that, she felt humiliated. She’d been whipped, fucked, mocked, and climaxed from it, had an orgasm that all her tormentors could see. She hadn’t known anyone but Mistah J could be that cruel. She hadn’t known she could be anyone else’s property the same way she’d been his.

“Stand up,” Diana ordered. She watched as the quivering Harley staggered to her feet, wearing only a few tattered remains of her old ensemble. “You’re not done fucking Bruce. He has a lot more cum to give you. You’re going to get every drop out of him, and thank him for it, no matter how much it hurts.”

“And I want my pussy licked,” Selina said, kneeling before Bruce. She held his cock in her hand, licking at its half-hard heft. Revitalizing it, and enjoying the taste that Harley had left on it, both the cum that she’d missed and Harley’s own flavor. “Maybe if Harley is a good girl, she gets to lick my pussy while Bruce fucks her. And if she’s bad, she gets to eat my ass.”

She worked her mouth onto Bruce’s stiffening member, running one of her hands down to her sex. Bruce groaned and rested a big hand on Selina’s head, keeping her bobbing on his erection as she touched herself.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Harley said defiantly, eying Bruce. He took no interest in her words, only stared at her, his eyes drinking in her naked, whipped body.

“Going to the bathroom is a privilege,” Diana said. “It’s for people who’ve accepted their place. I think bending over and taking six lashes on your ass would prove you’ve at least started to admit what a cock-hungry whore you are.”

“Fuck you, lady!” Harley cried. “I’m gonna burn all my action figures of you!”

She scrambled for Diana, hands outstretched for her throat, but the Amazon easily dodged her, tripped her, and she fell to the floor, her tight ass in the air. Diana lashed her with the cat some more, Harley crying out as agony surged out of the strokes Diana placed on her ass.

“Just you wait until Mistah J hears about this!” Harley screamed, trying to get up, but Diana stepped on her head, easily holding Harley down as she applied more lashes to Harley’s ass.

“You’re obviously in need of discipline,” Diana said patiently. “We’ve gone easy on you so far, but now’s the time to show us respect. I think you can start by calling Bruce sir and all of the women mistress.”

“Have you got that?” Selina asked, enjoying stroking Bruce’s cock and feeling how he throbbed as he watched Diana’s cat lash across Harley’s thighs and buttocks. “Or is that too complicated for Miss Fucked Her Way Through College?”

“Be nice, Cat,” Bruce scolded her. “She is good at fucking.”

“She’s good at being fucked,” Selina retorted. “There’s a difference. All she really has going for her is a tight little hole and an ass that’s nice to spank. Her tits aren’t even that big. You’d think while the Joker was making her his personal skank whore, he could’ve gotten her some implants to go with the tattoos.”

“I prefer the real thing,” Bruce said, walking over to Diana and giving her a demonstrating pat on the ass.

“Real thing?” Selina asked, eyebrow raised. “She’s made out of clay. If a lesbian sculpted me out of clay, you can bet I’d have double Ds too.”

Now standing beside Diana, Bruce used his foot to flip Harley over and stand on her throat. Putting some of his weight on her airway, he made it next to impossible for her to breathe. Harley scratched at his leg, reached for his cock but was unable to get at it—he applied more pressure to her throat. 

Harley calmed down, only wrapping her hands around his shin. Bruce relieved the pressure, and Harley obediently lay there as Diana whipped her breasts, making Harley weep and mewl but not struggle. She covered her breasts with her arms, trying to protect herself. A warning weight from Bruce across her throat made her uncover them, submitting to Diana and her lash. But Diana didn’t use it—not yet.

“Let’s try that again,” Diana said. “What do you call me?”

Harley growled, but it was no use. She couldn’t take the pain and she desperately needed to piss. “Mistress!” she spat.

“And what do you call Bruce?”

“Sir!” Harley gritted out, angry tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Very good. You’re a fucktoy for everyone here, to use as many times as they want, so you might as well get used to it,” Diana said. “Now, do you still want to use the bathroom?”

“Yes, please, I can’t hold it in anymore, please!” Harley whimpered, the pressure in her bladder growing with every second.

“Then you’ll take six lashes?” Diana asked.

“No, I—I’ll do it on the floor!” Harley hissed. 

The cat lashed across her nipples—her erect nipples—and Harley shrieked.

“What was that?” Diana asked sweetly.

“I’ll piss on the floor!” Harley cried. “I don’t want to, but I can’t hold it!”

“You forgot something,” Diana said, and lashed Harley’s lower belly, right above her cunt, where a tattoo read ‘Lucky You’ in ornate font. 

“Mistress! Mistress!” Harley cried. “Please, Mistress, I really have to pee!”

“Then will you take six lashes?” Diana insisted. “Because if you piss on the floor, believe me, you’ll regret it.”

Selina joined the two doms, standing over Harley. She put her foot on Harley’s belly and pressed down, exerting pressure on her bladder, making Harley weep as she struggled to hold it in. “You’ve caused my Bat a lot of trouble over the years; he’s thought up a lot of different punishments for you. He was too much of a softie to ever do anything more than throw your crazy ass back in Arkham, but now that you’re his bitch—his property—he’d be cuckoo not to discipline you properly.”

Thankfully, Selina took her foot away, returning the pressure to a relatively dull throbbing, but Harley still sobbed desperately. She had to go, had to go, and she knew that their threats were real. If Mistah J had punished her bad, then what would Batman do to her? He could control himself; the Joker couldn’t. She could only imagine the difference between Bruce letting her enjoy being her bitch and…

“Yes, Mistress! I’ll take six lashes! You can lash me as much as you want!”

“Good.” Diana took her foot off Harley’s throat. “Get up, bend over, and grab your ankles. I suggest you hurry.”

Harley trembled all over as she got to her feet. She felt flush with embarrassment all over and she could see that Bruce was fully hard as he absorbed her humiliation. She bent over, knowing it meant they could see her ass fully, but the pressure in her bladder was worse than the pain of the cat. She spread her legs and grabbed hold of her ankles. She could feel all their eyes on her.

Bruce held the cane again. He laid it down on Harley’s ass, lightly touching the already punished flesh. Looking between her legs, Harley was eye to single eye with his enormous erection. She found herself wishing that he would shove it into her, despite everything. Then the cane swept up, came down, and slashed across her sore ass. Harley screamed.

“One,” Bruce announced.

“Oooo,” Selina purred. She was behind Bruce, but she reached between his legs to grip his erection, circling and pumping it in her hand. “My boy’s all horny. He’s got another load to get rid of.”

“Plenty of time for that still,” Bruce said. “Two.”

The pain Harley could take, but the surprise nearly made her let go of her ankles. She cried out, barely able to maintain her balance as the pain exploded through her ass and rolled through the rest of her body, like she was a taut violin string and the cane was plucking her.

Bruce whipped her two more times, each time making noise screech out of Harley: “Aaahhh! Fuck!” she screamed, her body trembling, her knees buckling. She could barely hold herself together. Her ass burned with pain, her bladder was bursting. She keeled over, curling into a fetal position. Bruce brought the cane down until the tip was almost in her mouth.

“Back up,” he told her. “Put your hand on your cunt. It’s too dirty for us to touch. You’re going to touch it for us.”

Harley moaned, unable to believe the humiliation she was feeling—it was like she was physically curling up and dying, remaining only a ghost in her own body. But she couldn’t hold her bladder for much longer. She did as he said immediately.

“Rub it,” Bruce told her, tapping the cane against her ass. “Do it, bitch, touch yourself. Get yourself off. Let us see you come.”

Harley was so desperate to get to the bathroom that she did as she was told. She was horrified to find an instant spark of lust go through her when she masturbated. Her cunt instantly responded to her own touch, as she ran her fingers along her slit, feeling the dampness of her juices. Her whole body throbbed with an addictive lust she hated herself for experiencing. She still needed to piss, which crumbled her resistance into tiny pieces, leaving her nothing but obedience. Her body was totally subservient to Bruce.

Bruce clapped the cane against her buttocks, driving agony into her body to meet the autoerotic pleasure she was getting from her fingers—they all mixed together into something dark, demented, depraved. She laughed nervously, her cunt unbearably wet.

“Five. How does that make you feel?” Bruce asked.

“W-what do you m-m-mean, sir?” Harley stammered.

“Only one lash to go,” Bruce said, gently running the cane along the curvature of her pert ass. “I wouldn’t waste time with silly questions.”

“I-I feel like I’m going to come, sir!” Harley panted. “But, please—I have to go to the bathroom!”

Bruce slid the cane down between her buttocks, between her legs, until it was jostling her fingers as she feverishly massaged her cunt.

“How’s that feel?” Bruce asked softly, with the cane’s tip aimed at her clitoris.

“Oohh!” Harley shook with more of the despondent lust she had come to hate as much as she craved. The smallest movement Bruce made with the cane almost had her losing control of herself. If she did that, she’d piss, and if she did that… “I feel like I’m y-your whore! I feel like b-being your s-slut!”

“Heh,” Bruce barked a laugh, like she was a cute animal that had amused him. The cane came away but immediately returned, crashing savagely into her ass. “Six. Now get up and follow me. You’ll have plenty of time to get used to begging.”

Harley breathed harshly, the pain of her lashes echoing with every movement she made, every motion that went through the muscles of her back. She got up, taking her wet fingers away from her cunt, and Bruce clipped a chain onto her collar. He led her away. Harley followed the leash, pain shooting through her at the excessive motion, but she couldn’t risk getting pulled along by the collar. She knew he would do it.

Leaving behind Selina and Diana’s grins—she felt them on her ass even more than the caning as she went—Harley followed Bruce up a flight of stairs. Bruce opened up a door for her and switched on the light. The bathroom was bigger than her last apartment and luxurious as hell. Harley raced for the toilet, but Bruce shocked her by holding tightly to the leash, bringing her to a jolting stop that nearly ripped Harley off of her feet.

“You piss when I say you can,” Bruce told her.

To Harley’s utter dismay, he let go of the chain, clearly expecting her to hold herself still without his input. As she watched, he laid the cane down on the porcelain counter. He unknotted his tie, then took his jacket off. He unbuttoned his shirt while looking at her, Harley trembling and moaning, the pressure in her bladder almost unbearable.

“I know you need to piss. Do you need to suck cock too?”

Harley moaned despondently. 

Bruce took his shoes and socks off, still watching her. “You’re going to do both.”

He shucked his pants off. Now there was no ignoring his erection, how enormous it was, all that fat cock waiting to tame Harley, make her his bitch—make her come too. Bruce stepped out of his pants, picked up the cane, and used it to flip the toilet lid up.

“Sit,” he told her, tapping the toilet bowl. Harley felt woozy, she was so ashamed. She sat down, stricken with the need to go. But even though she was safe from the worry of peeing on the carpet, she still didn’t dare go without Bruce’s permission. Mistah J might play with her, but Bruce would kill her. Maybe. It was exciting, being afraid of him. He wasn’t the nice guy she’d thought he was. Not when it wasn’t time to be nice.

“Don’t go until I tell you,” Bruce said, his voice brooking no disagreement. He stood directly in front of her, his cock in her face, thick and staggeringly erect. “Put it in your mouth. Start sucking.”

Harley approached his member with her mouth open, sliding it between her lips, sucking on the engorged cockhead. She was instantly awash in its sharp tang—it tasted of cum, pussy, masculinity. Bruce stepped closer, digging his cock into her throat, sliding the cane through her messy hair so it was away from her face. He had an unobstructed view of her succulent lips wrapped around his manhood.

“Now you can piss,” he said with mocking gentleness.

But Harley couldn’t, not with Bruce there, standing so close that he was actually inside her. Her bladder felt like it would explode, but she couldn’t find release. She moaned pitifully, her body aching with its desire for impossible relief.

“Piss!” Bruce ordered her, his cock throbbing in her mouth with ownership, authority.

Harley gagged on the incredible length of hot, hard maleness in her throat. She tried to pee, but her body refused. She gave a low moan of dismay. Bruce stepped back, so far that his cock lapsed out of her mouth, then he grabbed her blonde hair and jerked her head back, shoving her breasts out from her arched back.

“Piss,” Bruce told her firmly. He reached down to grab one of her thrusting nipples between his thumb and forefinger, then twisted it brutally. Harley heaved in pain.

“Ahhh! Stop!” she pleaded.

“Piss,” Bruce told her, taking hold of her other nipple, nearly ripping it off her chest, the twisting and the pulling flooding Harley with pain…

Harley broke. Her conflicted body surrendered to Bruce. Her bladder let go, Harley’s eyes rolling euphorically back into her head as relief blossomed through her body. “Yes, sir, ye—“ she started beatifically, before Bruce drove his shaft back inside her soft lips. His massive knob rolled over her tongue and pushed into the back of her throat.

“Now suck.”

Harley opened her mouth as wide as possible, feeling like her throat was being fucked by the end of a baseball bat. Yet it was impossible not to enjoy every moment of it, going hand in hand with the relief that illuminated her entire body. She kept sucking and sucking as Bruce pistoned his manhood in and out of her cock-loving mouth, all while Harley looked up at him thankfully. She was so glad he’d made her his bitch.