Mtk update

Selina was almost to the top of her passion, the very peak, when Bruce came off of her body, pulling out of her and leaving her pussy emptier than it had ever felt in her life.

Not now! Selina thought as she saw her future husband rolling off her and walking away, with only a quick glance back at her to show that he knew exactly what he had done. It was too much—too goddamned much! Treating her like she was as ill-behaved as Harley, like he could deny her if she acted out like Harley did… She knew that was the point, that he was showing her he could dominate her just that easily, simply by not fucking her, but there had to be some way to quench the hunger he’d left her with. There had to be something!

Bruce went to a liquor cabinet against the far wall, doing up his fly as he looked over the selection, then picking a bottle of Glenlivet. He went to the table and poured a glass for Diana.

“You’re doing very well,” he told her. “I think not even Harley knows how much she meant that just now.”

Diana picked up the glass with an appreciative nod. “She’ll figure it out,” Diana said, glancing over Selina meaningfully. Her eyes smiled at Bruce as she took a sip. “Let’s see how far along Ms. Quinn is, shall we?”

“Mrs. Wayne,” Bruce corrected her, going to stand beside where Harley was tied up on the table like a centerpiece, a trussed-up turkey for the feast he and his two women were making of her. “You heard Diana. Let’s see how you do with my cock.”

Harley blanched, feeling the burn of it on her cheeks while she turned as white as her usual make-up. Bruce stood right by her face, his manhood bulging into her vision. She had to obey; she couldn’t deny him. She kept telling herself that like her pussy kept throbbing: I have to obey, I have to obey, I have to obey.

She reached out, her hands feeling like someone else’s, and felt for his zipper. Touching his erection made her tremble. It was massive, pulsing as she touched it. Harley gasped, remembering how she could only barely get her hand around the fat shaft.

“Take it out,” Diana ordered. 

“Yeah, I have to do it, don’t I?” Harley murmured in a haze, as if she were whispering sweet nothings to herself somehow. “You even put it away so I could take it back out again… doing what you told me to do… do as I’m told… it’s not what I want to do, it’s what you’re telling me to do… just like I’m some slut who does whatever she’s told…”

“Now, Harley,” Bruce said firmly.

At the end of Harley’s fingers, Bruce’s zipper slid down its track. Harley spread open either side of his fly and moaned as she saw the thick outline of his manhood inside his boxers. She could see it throbbing, like a clenched fist squeezing tighter and tighter, only that wasn’t how Batman was going to punch her today. 

“Just like when I’m with Mistah J… doing as I’m told…” Harley muttered to herself reassuringly. “But he ain’t Mistah J… he’s huge… oy vey…”

She pulled at the enormous bulk of Bruce’s erect cock, easing it slowly out of his boxers until she had the full length of it out in the air. Harley’s eyes widened. She was filled with fear. His member extended over her face, the engorged cockhead throbbing as it dripped precum, the shaft purple with blazing blood. It strained in her hand, as if demanding obedience—Harley felt an urge to stroke it, try to appease it, and she didn’t know if that desire was coming from herself or from Bruce.

“That’s good,” Bruce said, his own voice calm and collected and reassuring, as if he were making pleasant conversation at a gala. Harley realized with a start that she had pleased him by doing as she was told. He wouldn’t order her around and spank her if she was a good girl. He could be nice and tender as long as she wasn’t naughty.

But she could be naughty. And he could punish her. And Harley’s pussy clenched as she thought about it.

“Just hold it like that, Harley, just like that,” Bruce smiled. 

Selina slid her minidress up over her pelvis, showing the bareness of her groin, then she ran it back down to cover herself and reached her hands down between her legs, caressing her sex through the fabric, tingling her fingers along the slit of her pussy. Diana turned an appreciative gaze on her, but Selina only had eyes for Bruce and Harley. She grinned nonetheless. Selina enjoyed both watching and being watched. There was a reason she did all her stealing in an unzipped catsuit while constantly antagonizing the only man who could catch her.

“Which do you like more: sucking cock or being told to suck cock?” Bruce asked as Harley continued gazing at his cock, seeming to grow hypnotized by its massive size and the threat it represented. If she could barely hold it in her hand, how could she hold it in her pussy?

He ain’t Mistah J—he’s too nice—I don’t care if he can be mean too, he’s Batman, Batman! “I won’t do it!” Harley cried.

Bruce kept smiling pleasantly at her. “Would you rather have my cum all over your face again? This time I won’t have Selina lick it off. I’ll come all over you and Diana will tie you up and we’ll leave you like that, my cum all over your face, all night.”

Diana’s hand ran over Harley’s thighs. She quivered, but managed to hold still as Diana’s touch worked its way down to her sex—feeling her—caressing her… “Or you could swallow,” Diana suggested. “Or maybe you’d just like it if I licked your face clean this time. I might, if you ask nicely.” Her middle finger entered Harley, making her clench like she hadn’t since she’d lost her virginity. “Tell me you love it.”

“I don’t love it, I hate it, when Mistah J hears about this—“

Harley screamed as Diana took her hand away, raising the cat o’ nine tails instead.

“Wait, I love it!” Harley cried, but it didn’t stop her.

Diana lashed her pussy, bringing all of her engorged folds to life with terrible agony, shooting out of her mound, burning in her thighs and belly as Harley heaved, trying to get up while Bruce held her shoulders down.

“I love it! Do whatever you want!” Harley shrieked, but Diana still whipped her cunt, driving her mad with pain. In her desperation to please them, she ran her hand all over Bruce’s cock, jerking it off madly.

“You might want to keep going,” Bruce said. “It’s working out well for me.”

Diana struck Harley’s helpless pussy again.

“Agghhh! I’ll do whatever you want! Please! I’m your whore!” Harley stroked Bruce’s prick, her fingers gripping it as hard as she could. She didn’t know if she was trying to hurt him or pleasure him, but all she could do was excite Bruce either way.

“Make her beg,” Bruce ordered Diana.

Harley’s scream as she was lashed again drowned out Selina’s rising moan as she fingered herself to orgasm.

“You heard him,” Diana said coolly, lashing Harley’s mound, driving her panties into her cunt until the outline of her slit was obvious. “Beg Bruce to rip what’s left of your clothes off and fuck you.”

“No, no!” Harley screamed. “I’m Joker’s whore, Joker’s—“ She heaved up on the table, thrown around by the pain erupting from her pussy, driving her mad with agony.

“Then where is he?” Diana hissed. “You’re ours. You’re our whore. And our whore begs.”

Harley slipped free of her bonds, a fresh layer of sweat making her skin slippery enough to pull loose, but Diana and Bruce were quick to corral her again. Bruce grabbed her hands, stretching them out high above her head, then joining them together at his cock so she was forced to touch it. With just one hand, Diana grabbed Harley’s ankles and pulled her legs taut, using her other hand to lash Harley’s pussy. 

Harley laid there in agony, stretched out to her full height, her whole body throbbing with pain while her cunt pulsed with need. Her hands pulled and twisted at Bruce’s erection. Diana lashed her sex again and Harley’s mind burst: she couldn’t take it. She liked it. She couldn’t take liking it. She wanted more and she couldn’t want more. She was going to come and she couldn’t come without permission, of course she couldn’t do anything without permission, that was the most obvious thing in the world, so she had to get permission so that she could come because she wanted to come way more than she wanted Diana to stop hitting her.

“Yes, yes!” Harley squealed. “You can do whatever you want, just don’t—don’t…”

“Be precise,” Diana chided her.

“You can t-take my panties away,” Harley mewled. “A-and use me. Use my c-cunt. Use cock on my cunt… dirty cunt… Harley likes having a dirty cunt…”

“We can do lots of things. But what do you want, Harley? Do you want to suck Bruce off or do you want him to fuck you?” Diana’s finger twitched up and down Harley’s slit. “I can feel how close you are to coming, Harley. What is it you’re thinking about that’s going to make you come so hard?”

Harley barely heard her. All she knew was the soft stroke of Diana’s finger and the massive prick inches from her face, promising to fill her throat, fill her belly with its load. And Diana could whip her, too. She’d liked that. Sluts got hit like that and she liked being a slut…

“Speak when spoken to,” Diana insisted. She took her finger away. Harley sobbed at the loss, breath heaving as Diana’s hand traveled up her body instead, under her thin white tee to feel the curlicues of her fancy bra. “What do you want, Harley? What are you going to beg us for? Last chance.”

Harley couldn’t ask for anything. She couldn’t ask for anything from Mistah J, so how could she ask for anything from Batman? It had to be a trick. She wept, her body shaking as Diana’s hand slid gently along her pert breasts, promising pleasure throughout her sensitive flesh.

“Last chance,” Diana repeated.

Harley jumped and cried out as Diana tore her shirt wide open.

“Hey! Get off me, get off me! Stranger danger, stranger danger!”

Diana ripped it more, tearing the thin cotton to Harley’s waist and then reaching for her bra. “And I said last chance twice. I was so nice, Harley, and you just couldn’t appreciate it!”

“I’m not gonna turn on Mistah J-ay-ay!” Harley sobbed, still holding onto Bruce’s prick with all her strength. 

Diana grabbed hold of Harley’s bra.

“No, wait, I got that on sale!”

Diana tugged. The clasp broke and Harley’s bra was ripped apart, revealing her luscious breasts, jiggling ripely as Harley panted for breath amidst her sobbing.

“Oooh,” Selina cried in autoerotic enjoyment, fingering herself faster as she reached Diana strip away what remained of Harley’s bra and shirt. “If I’d known they were that good, I would’ve insisted myself to one of her and Ivy’s sleepovers a long time ago…”

Diana drew the knots of her cat o’ nine tails over Harley’s chest. “They are nice. Too bad they belong to such a slow learner. I’m going to give you ten strokes. If you’re not begging by then, you get ten more. And if you still won’t be a good girl… well, you get the idea.”

Harley was in a daze. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She’d always had a thing for Wonder Woman and there’d been a lot of times she masturbated while thinking about Batman and she wouldn’t kick Catwoman out of bed for eating crackers—now they were all fucking her. Trying to get her to betray her Joker…

Diana wrapped her free arm around Harley’s legs, forcing her ankles to cross in some kind of intricate wrestling hold that secured her completely. And Bruce, his cock looming over Harley’s face, spread Harley’s arms to either side so she was practically crucified, unable to move an inch. Then Diana lashed the cat across her breasts, bringing up tiny dots of blood red on her soft white chest. Her tits bounced with the blow, slowly settling to a nearly motionless splendor as Harley held her breath, trying not to cry out.

“One.” Diana drew the cat back again. “Two.”

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Harley howled, staring in horror as the horrible knotted lash covered her soft breasts. They jiggled, reddened, beaded with blood where the knots bit into them. “No! Noooo!”

“Three.” 

Diana concentrated the next strike on Harley’s right nipple, beating sheer agony into her nubile flesh. Harley arched her back, the pain driving her up off the table, but she was unable to escape Bruce and Diana. So she screamed, her breasts bouncing around with her outcry, causing further flaming pain.

“I wanna suck his cock!” Harley shouted, overwhelmed by an inner intensity that dwarfed the pain she felt. And once the dam had burst, there was no plugging it. “I love sucking cock and Bruce has such a nice cock and his cum tastes so good and there’s always so much of it and I even like how it feels when he covers my face with it, it makes me feel like a whore, I LOVE BEING HIS WHORE!” 

“Who wouldn’t?” Diana asked.

She set the cat aside as Harley cooed with the last of the immediate pain. The whore settled back down to the tabletop, her body bathed in sweat, flaring with red at the chest. Harley looked down at her breasts, crimson along the lines where the cat had struck her, the nipples stingingly erect. The agony was not waiting even a little bit to turn into pleasure, sour and satisfying, simmering with her submission. 

Bruce pulled on her hands, dragging Harley’s body across the tabletop until her head dangled over the edge. He let go of one limp arm and grabbed a chair, which he pulled under his body. When he sat on it, Harley’s face hung upside-down in front of him, his erect manhood pointed up at her mouth, the swollen cockhead at her lips like a microphone.

“If you like being a whore so much, then be a whore,” he said.

Trembling, her body warring between pain and pleasure, Harley took his member in her hands and held the tip against her mouth. Then, for what felt like the first time in her life, she stuck her tongue out and let it trail over the firm flesh of Bruce’s erection.

“Not bad,” Bruce said, pulling on Harley so that she went further off the table, his prick pushing between her pouty lips. “Now suck. You only have to do the tip, but you still have to suck.”

Harley could barely breathe, so horrified and so excited. This wasn’t Mistah J’s. It was Batman’s. He wanted her to suck Batman’s cock and have her mouth full of Batman’s cum and she knew how much cum that was, she had sucked Bruce off, Bruce was Batman, Bruce’s cock was Batman’s cock, she’d sucked Bruce off so many times. But he always tasted so good and he fucked her mouth so hard and she loved having him in her throat. And if Diana whipped her, she’d come anyway. What was the difference between coming from the whip and coming from a suckjob? Anyway, now she was tempted. Now she needed to suck. She wasn’t a whore, not their whore anyway, but she was a cocksucker and Bruce, Batman, the cock in her mouth, it was such a good cock…

She let her lips yawn open, parting as Bruce’s huge erection passed between them. She felt his hard, steely flesh press her tongue down against the bottom of her mouth and throb so hard she could feel it in her molars. It wasn’t like before, not now that she knew it was Batman. Batman tasted a little salty and she had to almost unhinge her jaw to fit him in her mouth, but she was a whore. If she could take Mistah J, she could whore for someone else—just this once—just to trick them. Harley closed her eyes and sucked, cajoling Bruce’s prick into sliding inch by inch into her mouth. 

“She’s being a good girl,” Bruce said. “Let’s tie her up so she stays a good girl.”

Harley shuddered, feeling rope wrapped around her ankles. It bit into her flesh, then it went under the table. Diana and Selina tied it around her outstretched hands, then tightened it with the rope running under the table so that Harley was bound supine over it, feet and hands stretched over the edges, her pussy on full display. Harley was more helpless than ever. Her arms and legs strained, the tendons pulled to the limit by the tightness of her bonds.

“I didn’t say to stop,” Bruce told Harley, as though it were only a gentle reminder.

Harley gurgled, her throat heaving and contracting around Bruce’s cock, but she had to obey. She didn’t know why anymore—she just had to. She let Bruce slide further into her mouth as he stood up, his sweaty balls mashing against her face as he thrust into her open mouth. He seemed to be content to stay that way a moment, the huge knob of his cockhead parked at the back of her throat, his balls throbbing against her face.

Then she felt Selina’s gloved hands on her panties. The cat burglar moved slowly, easing her claws over the lace filigrees of Harley’s expensive lingerie, snipping away at the intricate bindings, caressing the flesh with the pads of her fingers, working her way closer and closer to Harley’s helpless cunt.

“I did say I should get in on those slumber parties,” Selina chuckled. “It’s never too late, is it?”

“Diana, give Harley a little leeway. As long as she’s being a good girl, she can play with my balls.” Bruce reached forward, running his callused hand over Harley’s whipped breasts. The feel of his big hands on her sorely sensitive flesh made Harley cringe as much as it excited her, but when she felt the grip on her outstretched hands loosen, she promised herself she wouldn’t waste it. 

She ran her hands over the huge length of Bruce’s erection that remained outside her mouth, just like she had before. Then one of Selina’s claws trailed over the crotch of her panties, cutting up the delicate lace and leaving a slender red line on her even more delicate skin. It wouldn’t be long now before Harley’s panties were ripped to shreds. The irony hit her like some traumatic flashback to her college reading level years—she’d bought those things to have Bruce rip them off her, but this was—this was—even better…

“I thought you were a good girl,” Bruce said sharply. “Play with my balls. I expect a whore to be able to suck me off, but I thought a good girl like you could do better than that.”