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🕑 Added 2020-12-19 01:22:07 +0000 UTCWhen they found her, Ivy was bent over one of her potted plants. She only wore a set of red plaid boxers, but her fat ass stretched them until they were taut as lingerie.
Her plump buttocks jiggled supplely when Ivy simply shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and Bruce found himself hard-pressed not to grow erect, especially when Ivy’s equally sumptuous breasts wobbled out from behind Ivy’s back, so voluptuous that she didn’t have to be facing him for Bruce to see their outer contours when even a slight motion made them bob.
“Gag her,” Selina said. She’d wrapped her whip around the neck of Harley, who was so worn out she seemed half-dead, and that had brought her along to this rendezvous like a dog on a leash, so if Bruce didn’t do as Selina said, his identity would be given away to Harley.
Naked, Bruce walked up on Ivy from behind and took her in his arms, wrapping a hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming—or giving an order countermanding Selina’s. Not that the unorthodox circumstances had an effect on his arousal. His big cock was standing straight out. Ivy’s eyes widened when she felt it move against her thigh, wet with Harley’s cream, as she struggled. It must have been at least nine inches.
“Hi Ivy,” Selina cooed, padding around in front of the conjoined Bruce and Ivy, sitting on the table where Ivy had been working, and moving the potted plant she’d been tending to so it sat between her open legs. “Harley and I have been playing with Brucie. Harl’s all worn out. Now it’s your turn to play.”
Ivy grumbled something that sounded angry against Bruce’s muffling hand, but it was almost totally indecipherable.
“Now, now, don’t tell me you don’t want to play with Bruce. You and Harley were the ones who grabbed him off the street to be your toy.” Selina smiled dangerously at the thought of teaching Ivy a lesson. Harley might be too crazy to learn, but Ivy could take a hint. Especially a nine-inch one. “I know you’re not such a spoiled brat that you would take someone else’s toy just to have it and not even play with it… Bruce, kiss her.”
Bruce spun Ivy around, taking his hand off her mouth only to press his lips to hers. She gurgled with anger as his tongue rammed inside of her mouth, though her lips instinctively closed to trap his tongue inside. Ecstasy overtook her rage and she let him kiss her until he didn’t have any air left. Then, to keep him from drawing away, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him until even she, lightheaded, had to pull away and gasp in air.
Just to make sure Ivy didn’t have any second thoughts, Selina’s thieving hands slid a ball-gag into Ivy’s mouth before she could take more than a single gulp of oxygen. Selina buckled it behind Ivy’s head, trapping some crimson hair underneath the leather band.
“And don’t try to take it off or I’ll handcuff you too,” Selina threatened. “Brucie, play with her tits.”
Bruce’s hands ran up Ivy’s body, pushing her away from him enough to get to her chest. His fingers pressed into the abundant flesh of her cleavage, squeezing and milking her ample tits. And while he played with Ivy from the front, Selina reached around her from the back, smoothing her hands down Ivy’s belly and thighs—then ripping Ivy’s boxers right off of her.
Ivy moaned through her gag. Usually, she and Harley had to ply Selina into bed, and that only worked when Selina was particularly horny. The cat burglar had never been so aggressive—so enthusiastic—before. Ivy was still angry at the imposition, but the tender caresses from both male and female lover soon relaxed her. She let herself be lost in the feeling. Selina’s punishment for this affront could wait until after she’d come…
Selina contorted herself into another acrobatic pose, pressing her foot to Ivy’s ass to shove her against Bruce and his naked groin, while still reaching around Ivy, her fingers between their bodies, brazenly probing and touching and stroking Ivy’s mons. Finally, she dipped her fingers into Ivy’s sopping pussy, fucking her that way for a moment before she palmed all of Ivy’s mons. Ivy was heaving with desire. Her sex was wet and hot. Bruce sucked at each of Ivy’s breasts in turn, his own passion so great that he had to pump his own cock to cope with his arousal.
“Bruce!” Selina scolded when she noticed. “Shame on you! Using your own hand when there’s a perfectly good woman just waiting for you right here…” She grabbed Ivy by the hair, jerking her head back, making the buxom woman’s breasts jut into the air as she was bent backwards. “You want his cock, Ivy? Fine. You can be his cocksleeve.” She slipped the gag off Ivy at the same time she shoved Ivy down to her knees. “Suck him!”
“You bitch!” Ivy yelled, then clapped her teeth shut as Bruce thrust his prick at her mouth. Her only chance to get out of this demeaning usage of her body was to give Bruce her own set of orders. “Don’t list—“
With Ivy opening her mouth to speak, Selina seized her by the head and forced her down on Bruce’s cock, its hot, girthy hardness sliding between her lovely lips to fill her mouth. Ivy moaned as her words were cut off. She was helpless—this would only end in her taking his cum in her pristine throat—though it tasted somewhat familiar. She remembered waking up with a similar taste in her mouth after a threesome with Selina and Harley. Fuck, that cat does get around…
Overturning Ivy’s worktable and callously scattering her tools and projects across the floor, Selina sat down behind Ivy, running her hands over Ivy’s supple back and helpless ass. Ivy trembled, gurgling on Bruce’s erection as Selina’s fingers reached between her legs.
“You feel a lot wetter than you did before, Ivy,” Selina grinned before continuing on in a condescending lilt. “Do you like being his cocksleeve? Is that why you pheromoned him? Oh, Red, you bad girl you. If you wanted his cock that bad, maybe you should’ve just asked. You’re really not that bad-looking, even with the skin tone issues. Harley, get over here. I think your little girlfriend’s getting ready to come and I know you like to be here for that.”
Ivy fumed and tried to strike Selina, but Catwoman—the superior fighter—easily wrestled Ivy’s hands behind her back and held them there. It wasn’t enough that Selina was despoiling her with a man’s touch, having her gagged and bound and forced to suck. Now Harley was going to watch. Selina jerked and struggled, but Bruce had her head in his hands, holding it still, so all she accomplished was bobbing her mouth onto his rampant erection.
With Harley padding closer, gathering speed as her tired eyes picked up on what the three of them were doing, Selina leaned in to whisper into Ivy’s ear. “And just in case you think of using your teeth on that magnificent piece of flesh, know that I’m just playing with you right now. You give him so much as a hickey and I’ll whip your back to ribbons. I won’t stop until I see spine. Sorry, Ivy—I actually do kinda like you—I just happen to like cock a whole lot more.”
Harley was right next to them now, still on all fours, panting as her hungry eyes ran over Selina and Ivy and Bruce, her arousal spiking as she took in all of their naked bodies, the kinky situation, and how Ivy’s luscious mouth was distended around Bruce’s massive cock. Her eyes glazed over as she started to play with her trembling breasts, which was just fine with Selina. All she wanted from Harley was the whip wrapped around her neck.
She grabbed it by the cord and pulled on it until she reached the handle that had been trailing behind Harley, moving it to Ivy’s plump ass, then between her luscious thighs, to slap its leather heft gently up against Ivy’s slit. Ivy moaned, her ass heaving, her voice gurgling around Bruce’s fat cock. Quickly, Selina looped some of the excess cord around Ivy’s wrists, binding them before she moved to the next stage of her plan.
Very slowly Selina forced the handle inside of Ivy, making her tight passage stretch to take its bulbous size. Ivy was spread until she moaned and that sound horrified her. The feel of being penetrated while Bruce was buried in her mouth gave her deeper pleasure than most of her fucks with Harley, where she was able to take a dominant role and make the clown please her exactly as she wanted.
But this—this felt like what she needed. She hated herself for feeling that way, tried to fight the sensation, but the handle continued to enter her, claiming Ivy’s cunt inch by inch until she felt Selina’s knuckles, holding the whip, against her splayed mons.
Ivy gave a deep guttural moan to know how deeply she’d been penetrated. She wept at the feelings sparking out of her plundered sex. Selina drew the handle back, held it with just the tip inside of Ivy’s pussy as the redhead moaned and sputtered on Bruce’s cock. Then Selina rammed it in again, grinning as Ivy fought against the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.
Harley stayed down on all fours, watching as the other end of the whip collaring her neck was thrust into Ivy’s pussy. But as much as Ivy’s body and her pussy and her being fucked usually enthralled Harley, what she was staring at as she drooled, still cock-drunk on Bruce’s fucking, was the man’s big beautiful cock. She was unable to get it out of her mind. Every time her consciousness pulled itself up out of the rabbit hole, the thought of having him in her horny pussy again was enough to blow her mind once more.
Thinking about Bruce’s prick, she slid her long tapered fingers down to caress her hot, wet pussy. Harley deliciously teased her swollen clit, quickly realizing that masturbation was no substitute for how she’d been fucked, but that it made watching so much better.
Ivy’s eyes were closing as she sucked Bruce’s cock, compelling it to enter her throat. Her pussy convulsed as Selina rammed the handle once more into its depths. She was close to sobbing—things were worse than ever. She was going to come.
Unable to keep her eyes open as she played with herself, Harley lost herself in a fantasy that the moans and gulps and glugs she heard were her own—that Bruce’s naked body was spread over hers, his massive cock pistoning between her legs. She fingered herself even more rapidly at the thought of Selina and Ivy watching the way she was watching them right now. It was enough to bring her to the verge of climax, but not enough to push her over. Harley forced her eyes open to see the action, hoping that the half-willing threesome Ivy was a part of would send her over the edge.
Ivy gasped on Bruce’s fat prick as it fucked even deeper into her throat. The very feel of his thick girth inside her sent spasms of horrible lust through her body. Her breasts heaved as the rigid shaft continued its ownership of her mouth, her throat, her whole body.
But that was nothing compared to what was erupting from her pussy as Selina’s whip rammed inside of her. The ravaging thrust rolled inside her cunt, forcing her walls open for its passage, then they numbly drew closed as the makeshift dildo was withdrawn. The sensation made Ivy tremble from head to toe. She pulled at the whip cord looped around her wrists, but no matter how frantically she struggled, the surging wave of orgasm kept building, demanding more and more of her mind, her sanity.
Her moans gurgled around Bruce’s erection as she heaved frantically, scrambling for some of the control that was slipping away from her. If she came from this depraved treatment, Ivy didn’t know how she would look herself in the mirror again—how she would ever go back to sex that didn’t make her come so hard.
“Are you ready to shoot your load, Bruce?” Selina asked happily, watching Bruce grab Ivy’s hair and ram himself into her mouth until her lips were in his pubes. “Do you need to come in that hot mouth? Do you just need to?” Bruce’s hips thrust, his cock swelling and quivering down Ivy’s gullet. “Suck his cock, Ivy. Can’t you see the man is suffering?”
Ivy hardly heard Selina’s mocking. Her cunt clenched around Selina’s whip every time it thrust into her, strangling it tighter and tighter, but the sturdy leather was impervious to her lethal body. What was worse, she knew Selina could see the suffocating tightness of her aroused sex. Shame washed over her, her face turning from green to red. Then came the moment she had been dreading.
“Holy shit, I don’t even have to hold it anymore!” Selina cried, letting go of the shaking handle. “She’s about to come! Go on, Ivy, come!” She took hold of it again and slammed it into Ivy, so hard that her fist pummeled Ivy’s asscheeks as she fucked her. “Don’t scream, whore, just suck that big cock in your mouth!”
The handle sped up and Ivy could no longer contain herself. The power of her orgasm was taking over, forcing its way through the last shreds of her resistance. Her mouth sank deeper onto Bruce’s cock, trying to muffle herself, until his breath was heaving with excitement—his prick throbbing and swollen with his own coming release.
“Wowie!” Harley said innocently, putting one hand on Selina’s shoulder and one hand on Ivy’s shoulder so she could lean in and watch. “You’re really getting hot, Ivy! I thought you didn’t like men or being dominated or nothing? I guess you probably need some help to get off then, huh?” She reached under Ivy’s pulsing body and groped her heaving breasts.
Ivy felt all of their eyes on her. Her throat spasmed, her gagged screams of passion swirling around her. She sucked at the huge prick invading her throat, her tongue stroking it until Bruce gave a cry and dug his hands into her hair.
“Brucie,” Selina said casually, her mouth right next to Ivy’s ear. “You have my permission to come.”
Despite having three people holding her in place in one way or another, Ivy’s body tossed around, her throat sucking voraciously at Bruce’s erection even as his jizz shot down his shaft and poured into her mouth. Yelling out his raging climax, Bruce held Ivy’s head exactly in place as his hips rammed into her face.
Ivy felt like she was going out of her mind. The hot cum filling her mouth set off the eruption she’d been fearing in her loins. His salty white seed forced its way into her mouth again and again—she had to swallow to keep it from backwashing from her lips and running down her chin, completing the picture of her as a wanton slut. But she could not keep from feeling like one as the jets of semen slowed from Bruce’s cock and he loosened his grip on her hair.
His erection softened. Ivy didn’t even try to take her mouth off of it. With her mind still rolling in shameful lust, she licked and sucked at his knob, getting the last of the cum oozing from his tip until he pulled away and left her kneeling before him, semen dripping off her chin, while her own juices humiliatingly covered her inner thighs.
But her mouth was free. And for all her shame and ecstasy, Ivy hadn’t forgotten her revenge.
“Bruce, fuck Selina in the ass,” she ordered. “And don’t let anything she says stop you or slow you down.”
Comments
Gundam lupus
Sorry, Ivy—I actually do kinda like you—I just happen to like cock a whole lot more.” should be "Sorry, Ivy—I actually do kinda like you—I just happen to like his cock a whole lot more.”
Gundam lupus
honestly, I can see this happening in one of the 52 new earth universes when bruce has been back for a while before the breakup of the sirens.
