MTK update

I am a good girl! Harley tried to say, but her words were garbled by how his cock was deep in her mouth. His fingers tightened on her left nipple, and then Harley’s head was spinning, pain rushing from her abused nipple. Bruce twisted it, sent lightning through her sore flesh. Harley gagged and gulped, eyes fluttering, as the pain slammed her with her situation, like the scissors that cut a rope holding up an anvil over her head.

“Here,” Bruce said, seeing the desperation in her eyes. He stood up and loosened the binding on her wrists so that she could slip one hand free, then he tightened it again, trapping her other arm. Harley flexed her freed hand and rotated the wrist until Bruce cleared his throat. She reached into the fly of Bruce’s pants and took hold of his balls. 

It wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. They were heavy and masculine-smelling, the sharp, sweaty smell sending tingles through her. In return, Harley felt Selina’s hands pulling at her panties. Selina’s claws twitched at one side of her waistband, pulling and plucking the elastic like a guitar string as Harley lay stretched over the table, sucking on Bruce’s huge cockhead where it nestled between her lips.

Then Selina slit the waistband and dragged her claws down Harley’s leg, so surgically precise that she didn’t break the skin once, though Harley felt the sharpness of her claws running lower and lower and lower. One slip and she would be out a tendon.

“Keep in mind, I quite like those balls,” Selina said. “Just as they are. If anything were to happen to them…”

“Relax, Selina,” Bruce said. “I’m sure Harley wouldn’t do anything to keep you from your cream.”

Selina hummed as she cut through the elastic on the other side of Harley’s hips. Her claws dragged over Harley’s other thigh and down her leg again. The cat burglar took her time, playing with Harley’s horror, driving her crazy with fear. She didn’t dare do anything to Bruce except follow his orders. It made Harley maddeningly wet.

She moaned, tears streaming out of her with the frustration of her own arousal, as Selina’s dainty teeth sunk into the crotch of her panties, pulling the shredded fabric away from the blonde curls of her pubic hair. Harley was left bound atop the table in nothing more than the collar Bruce had put around her neck. 

With a click, Selina’s claws retracted into her gloves. Then Harley felt the cool leather fingers probing at her sex. Her eyes grew wide as she tried to think of something else, but then Bruce thrust more of his prick into her mouth, giving her more to taste, more to suck, his big fisted knob and the girthy shaft that held it in her mouth. Bruce pushed his engorged cockhead in and out of Harley’s circled lips, going slowly, enjoying every second of her helpless degradation.

“That’s good,” Bruce husked. “No gagging and I see you like the taste as much as ever. You always were a good cock holster, Harley. But I’m going to make you love the taste of prick. You’ll be such a cumslut that if I’m ever low on change, I’ll turn your ass out for pocket money. How many men do you think would fuck your mouth at twenty dollars a pop, Harley?”

Even as he insulted her, his caress of her chest was devilishly gentle. His callused fingers rasped painfully along the searing marks that all the whipping had left on her, but his touch was so tender that it ended up being arousing. Like his smooth, stony voice, which slunk into her ear as it accused her of being a nasty whore. 

“Oh, we could easily make a hundred a head,” Selina quipped. “We just put her in the costume, the mask, the greasepaint. We’ll have thousands before Harl’s belly is full. And after that, we can charge people to jerk off on her. That’d be worth at least fifty.”

The pad of Selina’s finger worked along the lips of Harley’s cunt, crisp leather petting the scalloped edges, smudging the dripping arousal there into some kind of sensation, a tingling in her clit, a greediness to be touched as Selina’s fingertip flicked across her entrance but didn’t penetrate her.

“We should give some of the money to charity,” Diana pointed out. “If we’re trading on Harley’s notoriety, we should remember she got famous in the first place by breaking the law.”

“She’s such a whore, we really don’t have to pay her at all,” Bruce mused. “That could easily be our cut to charity. And say we release videos online. That’s free publicity, and we charge extra for high definition.”

“And imagine the female audience if we had Bruce Wayne give her the first facial,” Selina teased. “Even she’s getting wet. Tensing up just thinking about it.” 

Selina pushed her finger into Harley, forcing a low moan from her. Like a cat swishing its tail, she worked the finger up and down, in and out, toying with Harley’s tightness, her quivering arousal. Harley mewled pathetically at all their suggestions. Her mouth was almost full of Bruce’s erection, but he eased it out until only his cockhead was inside, holding her lips open like a ballgag.

“We aren’t really going to do it, you little slut,” Selina whispered. “We like keeping you to ourselves just too much.”

“But maybe if you ask nicely, we could do without you for a day or so,” Diana said sweetly, leaning over Harley with a grin. “After all, it is for charity.”

“No!” Harley cried, spitting out Bruce’s knob. “I don’t wanna be a whore! Don’t wanna, don’t wanna, don’t wanna!”

She shuddered as she strained against the ropes, seemingly unaware that she still held Bruce’s balls in her free hand or that her hand was free at all.

“Then why are you wet?” Selina asked, dragging her forefinger out of Harley’s pussy. She ran it softly around the rim of Harley’s belly button, thoroughly wetting it with Harley’s own juices, then she went back into Harley with two fingers. They rasped wetly out of Harley, sliding over her inner walls on the way out. 

Then Selina circled Harley’s navel again, a wider circle this time, with both fingers. Spams of strange electricity purred out of the contact and Harley moaned, thrusting her body upward against the hold of the ropes as Selina put a bullseye on her womb.

“Too wet for this kitten,” Selina mewled. “I’d better fuck you instead. And while usually I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole, I might make an exception for a six-inch one…”

“I’m—I’m not wet! I’m not!” Harley moaned. “You planted that on me! I know your types, coppers!”

“Harley,” Diana said gently. “The sooner you admit that you’re a whore, the sooner we can treat you like a good whore instead of a bad whore. Don’t you like being treated like a whore? Isn’t that why you got so wet for Selina?”

“I’m not a whore! I’m not!”

Bruce slid himself back into Harley’s mouth, stopping her protests. Harley put her free hand on his shaft, but she didn’t try to wrench him out of her mouth. At first, she held him in it—then she stroked him, wondering if he liked it or not. Mistah J never seemed to like it, but… if she was a whore, didn’t that mean she was good at sex? Would Bruce Wayne be having sex with her if she was bad at it? He could have Catwoman and Wonder Woman both, so why would he bother with her unless she was a whore? A good whore?

Something smooth and cool rubbed against the lips of her pussy—she hadn’t realized how warm she was until the cool leather touched her, so much like Selina’s glove but bigger. Harley jumped, electricity, fire in the touch of leather against flesh. She had to keep sucking Bruce’s cock, he forced it into her mouth and whores always sucked when they had a cock in their mouth, but she could feel another phallic intrusion between her legs. Harley looked down as best she could past Bruce’s manhood and saw Selina with a strap-on, guiding the dildo into Harley’s helpless sex.

Harley gurgled on Bruce’s erection, feeling Selina’s enormous strap-on press into her just an inch, but that was enough to expand her opening, stretch her as if Bruce were taking her in both her cunt and her mouth. And that was Bruce—her kind, gentle master and husband, Bruce—she couldn’t imagine what a dominatrix like Selina would do with such a monstrous dildo.

Selina leaned on her, sliding the dildo inside of Harley, who gagged, unable to concentrate on swallowing Bruce’s manhood while Selina’s equally large strap-on was invading her body. Her inner walls stretched with every inch Selina lowered herself down on top of Harley. The sensitive folds felt like they were on fire as Selina’s length impaled her painfully throbbing sex. Harley screamed around Bruce’s member, only to have him force it in further, turning her outcry into a dull gurgle, glugging away as Selina buried almost half of the dildo inside of Harley.

Harley’s eyes rolled back in her head, pussy boiling as it reluctantly accepted Selina’s enormous strap-on. She sputtered more on Bruce’s cock, barely able to breathe with it filling her throat and the tension of Selina’s impaling dildo surging from her pussy. With a heave, Harley felt Selina’s groin crash against her sore ass. There Catwoman stopped, holding her dildo inside of Harley as she twisted her hips to churn it in her victim’s depths.

“You took it like a whore,” Selina purred. “But do you love it like a whore?”

Bruce pulled back on his cock and Harley looked up to see Diana, beautiful and terrible, standing over her with the cat in hand. Selina grinned as she rubbed her dildo inside of Harley’s cunt and Bruce grinned as he rubbed his cock against Harley’s face, all while Diana stroked the cat tails over Harley’s belly.

“Yes, yes!” Harley cried, starting to sputter as Bruce slapped his prick against her cheek. “I l-love it, I-I-I do!”

“Do you?” Diana demanded, trailing the cat tails across Harley’s tits. “Or do you just not want to be whipped? Or do you want to be whipped too much to even admit it?”

Harley groaned, feeling Selina’s dildo massaging her clit as the cat burglar leveraged it inside her. “Shit, I don’t—know—I’ll say whatever you want—just—just tell me!”

Selina giggled, thrusting into Harley’s cunt, working her dildo in deep, almost lifting Harley’s ass off the table with the sudden drive. 

“Tell us how much you’d love it if Bruce whipped those sweet tits of yours while he comes,” Selina purred with a Cheshire cat smile, her strap-on going deeper than ever inside of Harley. “Or how you’d feel to have your cunt whipped as Bruce comes in your mouth. C’mon, tell Auntie Selina, she really wants to know.”

Harley’s eyes rolled back again, as if letting out the hysterical tears that streamed from her eyes as Bruce entered her mouth once more, lazily running his cock in and out of her accepting lips. He smeared his precum on her tonsils, then pulled out again, grabbing her collar and forcing her head up so she could see, would have to see.

Harley stared at Diana as the Amazon ran the cat tails over her body, caressing Harley’s breasts, touching the knotted leather to the flesh it would soon embrace. Something pulsed horribly inside of Harley. It wanted Bruce’s cock back in her mouth. It wanted Selina’s cock going harder, harder and much faster, in her pussy. All she could feel was the stillness of the strap-on in her womanhood, Bruce’s grip on the collar, and the rasp of the leather as it laid comatose on her chest. It tempted her. It taunted her. She trembled all over until the cat swung up and then came down to lash her breasts.

Pain crashed over Harley and she screamed, but Selina was thrusting into her pussy, driving pitched excitement into Harley so that she was anticipating and dreading at the same time. The whip came up, Selina thrust into her, the whip lashed her breasts, Selina pulled out, Harley’s body arched, her cunt throbbing as Selina drove into her again, big dildo filling her up, embedding itself deep inside Harley just like the pain of the whip was.

“Yes!” Harley heard herself cry. “Wanna be whipped, want you to come, come inside me, make me come, come, come, come, and whip me, yessss!”

“Good,” Diana said. “Good whore.”

Bruce yanked Harley back by her hair so that her head was bent behind the table again. He thrust himself into her upside-down mouth, deeper, to the entrance of her throat and then he thrust at that tight space, that opening, making Harley gag and heave as she was fucked there like Selina was fucking her pussy.

“Lick it. Suck it,” Bruce instructed her. “Shouldn’t a good whore be able to give a blowjob?”

Harley tried, sucking as best she could, but mostly just letting Bruce use her mouth as he wished, use her throat, her belly if he went that deep. It felt like he was using all of her, all but the reaches of her sex that Selina was filling up. 

She reached out and took hold of his scrotum, squeezing it rhythmically while he reached down to her tits and lightly caressed the fresh strokes that Diana had left on them. Harley seized up with pain, eyes rolling like a mad horse as she twisted on the table, lost between being in pain and being fucked and simply being Bruce’s cock holster.

Selina fucked her slow and deep, dildo rasping through her folds, seeming to stroke every sensitive inch of her cunt. Each thrust made Harley spasm, her pussy clenching and milking the invading dildo. Her shudders went so deep inside her that they traveled up her body, joining with the feel of Bruce’s hands on her breasts and the throbbing of his prick down her throat. 

Jolts of awful, desperate need seemed to hit Harley from all directions, coming from all the people who were using her, everyone she was a whore for. Harley couldn’t believe it, couldn’t understand it. Her blonde hair flailed about in disarray as she struggled impotently, straining against the ropes while two cocks filled her. Selina set off pitiful, hapless moans in her pussy and Bruce gagged them at Harley’s stuffed mouth.

“I’m actually glad you’re married to this bitch, Bat,” Selina chuckled, running her clawed fingers over Harley’s heaving belly. “You get a whore and I get a scratching post.”

She thrust into Harley faster and faster, making the petite criminal gag and gurgle on the cock Bruce was forcefeeding her. With a flick of her hand Selina slashed the ropes that held Harley’s legs, instead forcing them apart to place her own body between them. She rammed her dildo into Harley’s cunt as far as it would go. Harley’s whole body clenched, her throat getting so tight that the bulge of Bruce’s manhood could be seen inside it as if he were wearing her gullet as a condom.

“I’m getting close!” Bruce groaned. “Very fucking close!”

Harley twisted helplessly on the polished table top, her mind spinning out of control, her body answering all the forceful caresses that her spirit endured with such confusion. She felt Bruce swelling in her mouth; conversely, his fingers tightened on her nipples. More sensations filtered through her, painful, pleasurable, intense, reaching down to her cunt and the crazed excitement that filled it.

She sucked desperately at Bruce’s stiffly swollen cock, while her pussy clenched, milking Selina’s dildo as if she could get cum from it too. She screamed into Bruce’s erection until her gurgles rang out and she heaved, bucking on the table in the grip of utterly insane passion. Bruce had driven her to a delirium she’d never known before. 

Diana ran the whip over and between Harley’s breasts as they bounded with the thrusts of Selina’s dildo. It heaved in and out of Harley and her tits jiggled up and down on her chest. “About ready to come, are you? My little whore?” 

Harley moaned, body seizing up, jerking to the beat of all the passion that Bruce and Selina and Diana poured into her.

“When you come,” Diana said beatifically. “I’m going to whip your breasts. Your lovely, sexy little tits. Does that make you want to come, Harley? Does it make you want to be a whore?”

Harley nodded.

The cat swept up into the air. Harley’s eyes nearly bulged in her head as she watched it with horrified, needing lust. Bruce ran his cockhead over her lips and she instinctively licked it as a whore should, running her tongue over his glans for the taste it would bring. The whip jerked down—the cat tails cut into her breasts. And all the desire and terrified expectation that Harley had felt came crashing down on her, crushing her into an orgasm that took over her entire body. 

She screamed in agony and rapture. Her breasts throbbed with a kind of pleasure and Diana lashed them, forcing the pain and pleasure together until Harley wasn’t sure which was which. She moaned and panted, her tits heaving up for the whip to land on, its knots exploding delicious torture all around her nipples.

“Oh, fuck, what a pussy! I can feel it sucking my strap!” Selina cried as the whip slashed Harley’s breasts once more. Harley’s eyes crossed while Diana’s arm swung up for one final lash across Harley’s quivering tits.

Harley’s orgasm, if it was still just one orgasm, reached its peak as the whip cut into her chest one last time. That didn’t mean Harley received any respite. As she screamed and shook, her pussy throbbing around Selina’s bruising thrusts, Bruce pulled her head down and rammed his prick into her mouth, sending it right down her throat.

Harley lost all notions of what was going on, where she was. The whip stopped, but her breasts still glowed with the hurt and passion Diana’s lashes had inspired. Harley rubbed them shamelessly, paining herself as she made her desire surge all over again. Bruce’s cock surged into her throat, forcing himself down her gullet as if Harley’s orgasm really had made her as loose and boneless as she felt. 

Harley sucked as best she could, groaning as she felt Bruce swell and throb halfway to her belly. He was close to coming. He would fill her belly the same way he filled her womb when he came in her pussy, her bowels when he fucked her ass. Harley thought wildly of his seed bulging out her belly and pregnancies and babies, impossible to focus on anything but her cunt as Selina slowly pulled her dildo out of it. Harley’s slit tightened and clenched on the withdrawing strap-on as if it was starving, desperate for more even as Harley didn’t know what she wanted. But still she sucked at Bruce’s member. She felt so hungry…

Bruce roared with lust. His manhood slammed through Harley’s throat, engorged and throbbing.

“Ready, cunt?”

Harley was overwhelmed by a moment of panic, imagining herself being drowned in the massive eruption she knew Bruce was capable of, but her wide-open pussy clenched without her, forcing another climax through her body.

“Take it, whore!” Bruce yelled. “Take it all!”