MTK update

At the last possible second, Selina slid her mouth off of Bruce’s prick, instead holding it, rubbing her hand over it to the staccato rhythm of its spurting, licking at the spurting knob as rivers of cum flew out of him to lash at the helpless Harley Quinn. 

Harley cried out in dismay as it covered her face, turning some of her pale skin an obscene white with its creamy splatter. Another rope of cum marked the skin of her throat. She moaned in further disgust, staring at Bruce’s throbbing cock, watching as it threw his seed all over her. Bruce groaned with satisfaction, his hands in Selina’s hair, while Selina grinned, squeezing him, directing his ejaculation all over Harley’s features, jerking his length and keeping his orgasm going for so long that it was like he came all over again.

“Noooo!” Harley wailed, before she got a dollop of Batman’s cum in her mouth, reminding her of all times before she had sucked it out of him and swallowed it whole, lifted it off of herself and Ivy, how once it would’ve been a dream come true to have Selina sharing her creamy reward with her this way. 

But now, she pinched her lips together tightly, holding fast as what seemed like an ocean of the terrible stuff poured over her. She shook her head, trying to shake off some of the cum, but all the sticky slime did was run all over her face, barely even dripping off her in its clinginess. 

Another awful barrage of cum gushed into her hair, Bruce panting with effort as he forced out more of his seemingly never-ending supply, and then Selina dropped her mouth over his cockhead once more, sucking greedily at his still-hard cock and finding it gave her plenty to swallow.

“Mmmm,” Selina purred, taking her mouth away long enough to lick at Bruce’s knob, tonguing its throbbing glans as the next jet of cum fired over her face, marking her as wickedly as Harley. “Sorry, Harl, can’t let you have all of it. Whores get paid, after all. And Bruce is a big spender.”

She looked lovingly up at Bruce, taller and more imposing than ever with her on her knees, and dragged her tongue over his cockhead as it leaked out another gulp of cum. She moaned approvingly at the taste, but couldn’t stop Bruce’s ejaculation from slowing down, his tip no longer oozing cum but dripping it, drops of his seed winding down his length. Selina purred happily and licked him clean. Even softening as it was, Bruce’s cock was obvious in its response to Selina’s lapping. Half-hard, it throbbed powerfully. Selina rubbed her face against it, still mewling—the cat that got the cream.

“MMM,” she sighed. “How do you think your little reform school’s going with me, Bat? Am I a good little girl?”

“You were just now,” Bruce told her.

Harley whined and grunted, struggling to pull herself away from the spanking horse she still straddled and bent over.

“Look at that poor bitch,” Bruce said. “All the cum you gave her is getting cold.”

“The poor dear.” Selina licked even the sweat from Bruce’s balls before easing herself away, a strand of saliva connecting her to Bruce’s groin until she spoke. “You want me to clean her off?”

Bruce nodded tightly. Harley didn’t know what to say. She laid there on the horse, feeling the cum covering her face, suffusing her with its warmth, dripping off her and dribbling into her mouth, the same taste and texture and so much of it that she’d almost gotten used to Bruce filling her with. She didn’t think it was possible for her to get used to Bruce creampieing her every hole, but she’d learned to anticipate it. The marathon exhaustion of having her final orifice stuffed full of cum, and the excited waiting of those few minutes it took for Bruce to regain his hard-on as he moved from ass to pussy, or cunt to mouth. Wherever he decided she needed his seed the most.

She couldn’t believe it was fucking Batman that had come inside her so many times, but in a way it made sense. Who else could have such insane dedication to anything? Who else would be crazy enough to stick his dick in her, yet sane enough to handle her, even discipline her to the point that she’d loved being his good girl as much as that freakin’ traitor Selina? Bruce Wayne and Batman had the same cock and she’d fucked them both.

Selina leaned in and licked at the cum dripping from Harley’s nose, in mocking parody of the affection with which Harley usually greeted her. She gathered up an entire mouthful with her skilled tongue, then gulped it down with relished delight. Harley gasped at the affront—not only had Bruce come all over her, but now Selina was stealing her cum. And now Selina leaned in further and ran her tongue over Harley’s lips, licking away the cum there before Harley could change her mind on accepting it. Harley cried out in whining protest, only for Selina to kiss her, forcing her tongue into Harley’s mouth, sharing the taste of Bruce’s seed with her whether she liked it or not.

The next thing Harley felt was a rattan cane being laid across the top of her ass. She was easily able to recognize it by feel alone. The Joker had used things like that on her all the time, but never Bruce. Harley found herself both dreading and anticipating how he might handle it, and handle her with it.

“Looks like you and Selina are getting along,” Bruce said, tapping the end of the cane lightly on the panties that covered Harley’s ass. Her skirt was still flipped up over her waist by the ungainly position she’d been forced into, adding an additional humiliation for Harley as her ass and pussy were on complete display except for the skimpy, semi-translucent panties—a typically lingerie type choice of undergarment for her. “Why don’t you thank Selina for sharing? Or I could whip you until you do?”

“Just try it!” Harley demanded, thrusting her face at Selina to try and headbutt her. “You can whip me all day! All night! I love it!”

“Then maybe I’ll stop,” Bruce said, and the cane came away from her ass.

For a moment, Harley was in suspense. She couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t think that being threatened with a caning was so tempting that he could break her just by denying it to her. And he wasn’t right, was he? As agonizing as the cane would be and as sure as she was that Bruce knew just how to use it on her, she didn’t care if he didn’t follow through. She didn’t care if he dropped dead right then. She hoped he did!

Then the most terrible pain Harley had ever felt exploded in her ass. The slender cane slashed across her flesh, biting through her panties as if they weren’t even there.

“Ahhh! Stop!” Harley screamed, rutting against the spanking horse in her attempt to get away, while her ass boiled with pain. 

It hurt even worse than she had counted on. She had thought she knew what to expect from Batman, of all people, but could it be that all the times he’d punched her out, he’d been going easy on her? And now he was really going to punish her for all the shit she’d pulled?

More blows rained down on her ass, wringing screams out of her contorted body. She tried desperately to break free, but the spanking horse held her fast. All she could do was shimmy around with a helpless flood of tears running down her cheeks, adding to the already salty taste of the cum that covered her features.

“You want me to stop?” Bruce asked, making slight, vindictive slashes across her bare buttocks. “Stop being rude and thank Selina.”

Harley screwed up her face while staring at Selina. The cat burglar wore a daring grin on her sensual face, only inches away from Harley’s, licking her lips in an easy taunt. Suddenly, Bruce struck Harley very hard, making her scream, arching her back the little she could on the spanking horse. She couldn’t take any more. As nice as Bruce had sometimes made her punishment, he also knew how to make it unbearable.

“Alright!” Harley moaned, wracked with pain. “Thank you, Selina! Th—“ A dollop of Bruce’s cum ran onto her lower lip and was taken into her mouth, flooding her taste buds with his flavor once more. 

Selina giggled wryly to see it. Harley stuck out her tongue, recoiling from the taste and her own shameful reaction to it, and Selina ran her tongue over Harley’s, stealing away the taste of Bruce before moving on to the rest of Harley’s face. 

“Isn’t this nice?” Selina sighed, dragging her tongue up Harley’s cheek. “Now imagine if it was your pussy dripping with cum instead of your face…”

“No, never!” Harley sobbed, even as Selina brought her full, sensuous lips against Harley’s, soaking in cum so that Harley had to taste him again. “I’m not fuckin’ fucking Batman like you do!”

“Too bad. I most definitely am,” Selina purred. She rearranged herself onto all fours, thrusting her ass into the air, brazenly pulling her minidress up over her ass as she kept licking at Harley’s face, interspersed with little kisses designed to ensure Harley wouldn’t forget the taste of Bruce’s cum for too long.

His cock still out, Bruce took up position behind Selina, holding the cat o’ nine tails that she had threatened Harley with. He waved it in the air, getting a feel for it, the tails brushing the carpet before he expertly lashed it between Selina’s thighs. The knobs bit into Selina from her inner thighs to the panties that covered her mound once more—Selina moaned in delighted pain and rubbed her face against Harley’s as she had nuzzled Bruce’s cock, smearing the cum that remained onto both their skins. She was panting, growing aroused by the taste of the whip Bruce was giving her, gasping and jerking when it came down, her lips sucking at Harley’s when it wasn’t.

Harley could see Bruce was stroking his prick while his other hand whipped Selina, striking her wide-open thighs, sometimes giving her only the pain of having her inner thighs lashed, sometimes giving her the ecstatic hurt of feeling the stroke on the taut groin of her panties, almost right on her throbbing cunt. Bruce’s cock was hard again already, but he did little more than slowly pump his hand on it as he kept up the whipping with equal control, even as Selina worked herself into a frenzy, her mouth in one long kiss with Harley. Harley’s face was clean now, the only cum in the saliva that ran down Selina’s chin, but that only meant Selina shared her own taste with Harley instead of Bruce’s.

Selina’s eyes rolled back in her head, totally debauched, as Bruce whipped her pussy more. She opened her legs wider, thrusting her ass up for the whip as it forced another pained orgasm out of her.

“Gh! I’m coming! Hnnnn!” Selina screamed, pumping her hips, rutting the air as her cunt spasmed and she squirted into her panties, making them wetter with every lash of the cat. Finally, she collapsed on the floor, moaning in rapture, her hips still fucking away at the ground. “Ohh! Bruce! Tear my panties right the hell off and fuck me, please, fuck me!”

Without a word, Bruce knelt over the cat burglar. He ran his hands over her black panties, making Selina moan as his touch enflamed her whipped ass underneath the fabric. Then he tore the already frayed material away from Selina’s blazing red ass and she gurgled with delight, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as Bruce sank his hard cock into her, forcing the length of his manhood into her tender cunt until every thick inch was inside her. Selina rested her face against the floor, eyes dreamily closed as her sex sucked away at his member.

“Mmmmm, that’s wonderful,” she shivered.

Bruce’s hands were on Selina’s hips, holding her in place as he thrust into her, the cat still gripped in one. Diana took it off him. She circled around Harley, brushing it over her painfully throbbing ass.

“Easy to get sidetracked,” she commented. “If I’m remembering correctly, you were supposed to be sucking on that dildo by your face. Are you ready to practice being a cock-sucking whore again?”

Harley clenched her teeth. She wouldn’t be unfaithful to Mistah J anymore, no matter what they did to her. And yet now she remembered how good Bruce’s cum tasted. She was reminded of it every time she swallowed.

“Fuck you, Wonder Whore!” Harley spat, her body cringing in the expectation of being hit. But Diana only ran her free hand over Harley’s ass, making Harley almost swoon at how casually, how expertly Diana caressed her skin. 

“’Wonder Whore’. I’d expect better insults from someone with a doctorate.”

“Doctorate. Ha!” Selina barked. “The only As she ever got she sucked right out of her professor’s prick.”

Harley’s eyes spat fire as she looked at Bruce and Selina, fucking in front of her, watching her right back. Bruce’s hands reached under Selina to fondle her hanging breasts as she cackled and thrust her ass back to embrace his cock.

“At least I got something out of it! You did it for free!”

“Yes I did,” Selina moaned, shaking as another orgasm started inside her. “Oh God—I fucking did!”

Then Harley heard the leather tails of the cat hissing through the air. She cried out in blunt denial, the sound becoming a shriek of pain as Diana’s blow slashed into her ass.

“You be sure to let me know when you’re ready to behave,” Diana said condescendingly. “It looks like you have a natural affinity for being a cum-hungry whore, so this should be a snap.”

It felt as if Harley were being burnt by a thousand flames as the knots of the tail clawed into her ass, lashing through her panties and leaving agony stinging deep inside her. She screamed, jerking against her restraints as Diana swung the cat again, knowing just how to hit her ass so the pain was shot through with an embarrassing amount of pleasure.

“No! Stop it!” she sobbed, jerking and rocking against the spanking horse, her whole body erupting in pain that centered on her throbbing ass. “Stop it, stop it, stop it!”

Selina laughed and joined in the chorus. “Yeahhh!” she cried. “Fuck me, Bruce! Stick it all the way in! Fuck, I can feel it throbbing, it’s so big, so fucking big and long…”

Bruce kept pumping into her cunt, his hands on her asscheeks now, thumbs dug into the crevice. He spread them, staring down at the pink lotus of her asshole as if measuring it—winking up at him from deep between her voluptuous ass.

“You’re one hot bitch, Selina!” he growled. “One dirty little slut!”

His words caught fire inside her, making her cunt grab at him every time he thrust into her. Bruce felt his scrotum tightening, smashing against Selina’s tight ass with every heated stroke he made into her. 

Selina met Harley’s eye. “It’s fun being a whore,” she gasped, her eyes crossing as Bruce made her come once again.

Relentlessly, Diana kept the cat cutting into Harley’s ass, leaving her howling constantly, thrusting her body against the horse in her desperation to get away, on fire with the pain that Diana kept her filled to the brim with. Harley knew she couldn’t take it, that the intensity was too much, that it was soon to make her come. She collapsed, roiling with pain and shame, knowing that submitting was the lesser of two evils—better than letting her own body betray her. The cat whipped across her ass again.

“Alright! I’m a whore! Imma whore…”

Harley stared straight ahead as Diana undid her bonds. She was on the verge of orgasm. It would only take one more flick of the whip, one rub of her pussy against the horse’s padded leather, and she would get off. She couldn’t believe how close she was. She had to shut her eyes and force her scattered mind together to deny the knowledge that she wasn’t lying, she was a whore, it wasn’t a bluff...

“Let’s get a room,” Diana said with a nod to Bruce and Selina, leaving them alone as she forcibly marched Harley through the door to a dining room. Harley’s reflection looked up at her from the polished surface of the table Diana stopped her in front of. “Spread your legs.”

I’m not a whore, I’m not, I’m not, I just SAID that so they’d stop beating me, Harley thought as she slid her hands over the tabletop, opening her thighs. A little birdie kept circling her head, pointing out how close she’d been to coming when she’d stopped them beating her, how her cunt was still throbbing, how she could still hear Selina taking Bruce’s cock and wouldn’t she like to be in Selina’s place, be a whore like Selina, be Brucie’s whore instead of mean old Mistah J’s…

Diana reached out, sliding her hand over Harley’s thighs, sampling her supple flesh and the way it trembled with reawakened pain. She knows, Harley thought in panic. She knows how much I like it. Frick, she’s gonna touch how wet I am…

Harley quivered as Diana’s hand ran down between her legs, sliding toward a pussy so wet that Bruce might as well have creamed it.

Harley twisted away, falling forward onto the table. Diana effortlessly manhandled her, first rolling her onto her back, then grabbing her legs and pushing them up and forward until Harley was bent double, her toes touching the tabletop by her head. Harley was perfectly helpless, her ass sticking out, her whole body pinned in place by Diana as the Amazon effectively held her down, then brought out her lasso and tied Harley’s ankles together with her throat, locking her into her pretzel position.

Only then did Diana grin down at her, giving Harley a patronizing pat on her protruding ass that nonetheless made the whipmarks from earlier flare up in cruel pain. “First of all,” Diana said, “you never pull away, ever, when one of us wants to touch you. You’re our pet, Harley. When we want to feel your sweet little body, or fuck you, or just use your mouth as a cum dumpster, we do that. If we couldn’t, why, you wouldn’t be a whore. This is what happens when you’re not a whore, Harley.”

Harley’s screams echoed off the walls as Diana spanked her sore ass, raining down blows on it until Harley was left wailing and moaning, struggling helplessly even after the spanking was over. Her legs trembled spastically and she felt herself right back on the precipice, almost coming all over again, and this time she was certain that Diana had stopped right before she could orgasm, suspending her in the cruelest of voids between total satisfaction and absolute pain.

“Please! I wanna be a whore! I wanna be a whore!” Harley cried, wiggling her ass as she tried to withstand the pain surging out of it, but nothing she could do lessened the inferno Diana had left with her artful slaps.

“Want has nothing to do with it,” Diana said. “You simply are. But just so there’s no mistakes, let’s see how you do with Bruce’s cock—whore.”