Cat's Cradle 3 (Patreon)

Dick dreamed his memories. He remembered ways of beating this mind control. Meditating, psychic distress calls into the collect subconscious. But he also knew he didn’t want to. He could remember, now, from a distance, how it had been with him and Bruce. The pain, the loneliness, the constant attempts to please that crashed against Bruce like the tide against a rock. And he knew how he felt with the drug of Selina. All his love returned. His happiness treasured. His help welcomed. With Bruce, he was a member of a team, but with Selina, he was part of a family. Dick woke up to four sets of breasts in his face. Selina’s breasts were familiar, as large and ripe as he remembered, while Harley’s were smaller but even more perky, the nipples standing at attention already. “I know they’re not as good as mine,” Selina said, kneeling on the mattress beside Harley. “But do you think you can like them anyway?” A sudden lump in Dick’s throat wouldn’t let him speak. He was not so far gone that the sight of the Joker’s henchgirl topless didn’t mystify him. He felt like there was an urgent threat somewhere, had to be, but also had a sharp urge to take Harley, to use her, to see if her ass was as tight as Selina’s, her pussy as sweet, her orgasms as powerful. “I don’t think he likes them,” Selina pouted. “Maybe he’ll like your cunt more.” She reached for the tie of Harley’s skirt. Harley did the same for her. They loosened each other’s bottoms until the skirts fell off their naked hips, exposing themselves completely, Dick staring bewilderedly at Harley’s cunt, not believing it. His cock gave a strong twitch, which felt real enough. She wasn’t a natural blonde. He loved knowing that. “Well?” Selina teased, giving him a little shimmy. “How do you like our cunts?” “I… I think…” Dick shook his head, the pheromones slowly wearing off, but his lust rising. “I can’t think…” “We’re not asking you to think,” Selina said. “Yeah! We just want you to fuck!” “And you do owe us,” Selina added. “You seeing our cunts while you’re still all covered up.” “Yeah, that’s not fair!” Harley agreed. She pulled the sheet away. Under it, Dick still wore the jeans he’d had on the past day. She leaned over him and he grabbed her hands, but he couldn’t stop Selina from pulling down his fly. Her hand slipped into his jeans as Harley pecked at his cheek with kiss after kiss. “Nice and hard…” Selina pronounced, her hand closed on his growing cock. “Harl, come feel!” Harley gave him a last smack on the cheek and ripped herself away from him, leaning against Selina to reach into his fly, cup his hairy balls. “Wow! So hot! Much big!” Dick gasped as their warm hands covered his cock and his balls. All he could do was gasp. It seemed so insane, being naked with two supervillains, one of them the accomplice to a mass murderer, the other one dating his foster father, but his shaft, his nuts, they felt so good in their hands. He looked down at Harley and saw a wild expression of joy on her face. He wanted to see what that expressive mug looked like as she came for him. Selina unsnapped the button on Dick’s jeans. “I’m seeing him naked.” She pulled his rock-hard cock out. “Then I’m seeing you ride his face, Harl.” Harley helped her tug his jeans down his legs, Dick lifting his hips to help them. “I’m gonna watch from on top of his prick.” “Can he get us both off at once?” Harley asked, laying it on more than a little thick. Dick grabbed one of her pigtails and pulled. “Abso-fucking-lutely.” Harley collided with the bed’s headboard. Her bare cunt was over Dick’s head, his eyes all for her glistening slit even as Selina wrapped her vast breasts around his cock. Harley’s cunt was beautiful, light fluffy hair growing around the tender slit like a garden, the black like a devil’s halo around the quivering pink flesh. He reached up and touched his fingertips to her sweet pussy, his cock jerking lustfully in Selina’s cleavage, Harley’s cunt wet and Selina’s hot, his callused fingers slipping into her folds, into her heat. “Fuck yes!” Harley moaned, headbutting the wall, little tingles of fire shooting out of Dick’s fingertips. Her shivering thighs pulled together, trapping Dick’s hand, the thing that had made her feel better than anything else. Then she spread her legs open and let Dick have a long look. His mouth was beginning to water. Looking back, Harley could see a juicy drop of cum at the tip of his cock. It was so big, it shot out for inches from Selina’s cleavage. Though Dick’s cock ached so fiercely he didn’t know if he could live through it, he probed his fingers higher up Harley’s cunt, coming to the humming button of her clit, pressing it lightly. Harley sighed explosively, body jerking, pussy watering, sweetly hot thrills shooting through her. His finger felt impossibly good. She couldn’t imagine how his tongue would feel. Her legs gave way, Harley falling to her knees above Dick’s face. He leaned in with his smile, taking a deep gulp of air from her juicy pussy. It smelled sweet, sharp. He couldn’t wait to find what it tasted like. Couldn’t wait to make her jerk and shiver. His long tongue flicked out, didn’t stop until he found her clit. He didn’t have to wait long. Harley squealed. She’d had no idea it would feel this good. She didn’t think ‘clit’ was in the Joker’s vocabulary, but she’d played with it herself, and of course Ivy and Selina were good about those things. But it felt so different when Dick’s tongue was doing it instead of her finger. She squealed louder, her delight hypersonic as Dick twirled her little bud with his tongue. Crushed inside Selina’s breasts, Dick’s cock was pounding against her cleavage like a drum. Moving slowly, Selina undulated away from him until his swollen cock had slipped out from between her tits, leaving their inner contours warmly smeared with his precum. Then, with delicate fingers, she guided his cock to her soft lips, brought it into her hot mouth. He felt her dexterous tongue travel the length of his shaft, her hand squeeze his bloated testicles. “Do you like her more than me?” Selina pouted. “This is a lot harder than I’ve seen it before. You’re going to have to be nice and wet for me to take this…” She looked up. Atop Dick’s face, Harley just couldn’t hold her ass still. It quivered and shook and she leaned back, barely holding onto Dick’s hair, the feeling in her steamy pussy so marvelous that she wanted to faint. Selina clapped her ass. “Harley, help me. We’re going down on him together. Then he’ll fuck us both. First one who can’t walk loses.” Harley barely survived it, but she scrambled off Dick’s face, spinning around to ride his tongue reverse cowgirl. In a split-second, her cunt was once more rubbing against his face, and she sighed like he’d cured some fatal disease in her. Then she looked down at his engorged cock sticking up in the air. It was so big, glowing with the same bronzed tan as the rest of him—not the comforting pallor of her Mistah J. She faltered, weakened, waiting to see if Selina would do the work of two. Selina fixed her with a stare. “Suck his cock. C’mon, Harl, look at that prick! I can’t handle it all by myself!” Obediently, Harley bent down, slithered her tongue out to touch his cockhead. It tasted good. It wasn’t Mistah J’s, but it tasted good. Her lips ovaled tightly around his cockhead as Selina sucked Dick’s balls into her mouth, rolled them on her tongue, the two kissing and sucking together until the whole of Dick’s tower was gleaming with their saliva. Then, just as Harley was getting a taste for Dick, Selina shoved her back. Straddled him, her hips cradling his rigid cock. “Hold it for me,” Selina said. “Aim it right at my fucking womb.” Harley obeyed, holding his cock upright at its thick, throbbing base. She saw Selina close her eyes in blissful anticipation. She knew what having that rampant cock in her depths felt like. She wanted to feel it again. As soon as the slick head had disappeared into her soft labia, she dropped her entire weight on Dick’s body. “So big!” she cried out, words barely audible over the wet sluicing of Dick burying himself to the hilt inside her, his straining balls wedging themselves in the valley of her ass. “God, you’re so much bigger than Bruce! He’s fucked me so many times and he hasn’t even made a dent in this pussy, but after you, I’m gonna be a train tunnel!” Raven hair already awash with sweat, Selina rose and fell on Dick’s engorged manhood, groaning wantonly, swinging her churning ass in a wide circle, giving all of her pussy to him. Dick groaned and fucked wildly into her thrashing cunt, every bit as frantic as Selina was over his heaving pelvis. Harley watched intently, wondering why Mistah J never fucked her like that, why it never felt so good as Selina made it sound, having a great big pole fucking in and out of her pussy. Sure, Dick was much bigger than the Joker, at least twice his length and much thicker, but that couldn’t be the only reason for the sheer fucking lust she saw on Selina’s contorted face, could it? She didn’t even notice that Dick had stopped eating her out, his eyes only for Selina. The cat burglar kept up her dirty talk, masturbating with her own words. “Bruce just shoves it in there—jackhammers into me, the full six inches. Oh, he’s thick enough, but there’s no technique, no foreplay, not even any endurance! He doesn’t even try not to come, just lets me have it in under two minutes! You could set your watch to it! Fuck! How tight am I, Dick? Tell me how fucking tight I am! I’m the tightest pussy you’ve ever had!” Dick was concentrating too hard on being a good ride to pick up on her subtext. Mesmerized, he replied as honestly as possible. “Actually, that was Donna, before she gave birth, of course. Kory’s a close second, but she actually felt better than Donna—she was just too tense.” A dazed grin overcame his face. “Tamaranians… they’re so different, muscles deep down, sucking at you… she was as different from Donna as your ass is from your vagina.” “But me!” Selina demanded, riding him harder. “How tight was I!?” “Not as tight as Barbara—she was about average, not as fun as you, a little boring. Helena was on the loose side. Tarantula was a wind tunnel. You’re nice, though. Barbara’s pussy doesn’t feel that much better…” “Yeah?” Selina cried. “You really think fucking Catwoman doesn’t work her Kegels?” Dick suddenly clenched his teeth as Selina used her pussy muscle by muscle, holding still atop him as she first caressed him lightly, then grinded his cock inside her. His mouth fell open. She began to rotate her hips, operating them like a belly dancer’s, her inner muscles still working at his manhood. His breath was howling out of him like wind from a cave. “How am I now?” Selina asked with a wicked smile. “As good as Kory?” “About… even…” Dick managed. Selina rode again, laughing. Her little act caught more than Dick’s attention. Harley found herself leaning down, hands straying up to Selina’s tossing breasts, to cup and fondle them, her mouth coming down on Dick’s belly, sucking lips making hot wet circles on his marble flesh. “Wonderful, Harley!” Selina cried. “Isn’t she sweet, Dick? I bet you’ve always wanted to have a nice double fuck. Wouldn’t that make more sense than having to choose between Batgirl and that oh so tight alien of yours? And with Harley’s little dyke act with Ivy, how could you not think of screwing both of them at once? Or me and Batgirl, wouldn’t that be delicious? I know you only have one dick, but I’m sure that Bat-brain of yours can think of something to do with sweet little Harleen, sweet as candy, sweet, sweet, sweet…” “You haven’t come for me yet,” Dick rasped as he tugged Harley’s legs, pulling her to his mouth until her wet pussy was against his feverish lips. Then his tongue was a burrowing snake, somehow making it into her clasping cunt despite how impossibly tight she felt. Harley faced Selina and the two of them were working on Nightwing together, rocking back and forth on one man, getting the same pleasure from him. Harley looked Selina in the eye and squealed, feeling Dick’s tongue streaking all over her pussy, through her pussy, making her wiggle and shift her weight to get even closer to his electric tongue. She felt longing all the way through her body. Got brief glimpses of Dick’s cock as Selina galloped on it and wanted it inside her, something long and hard to fill her watering pussy, push into her shuddering ass. She wanted him in her hand, her mouth, between her breasts, everywhere. She wanted Dick to fuck her, even though he wasn’t the Joker. Seeing Selina and Dick fuck was making her that horny. She didn’t want to just play around with another woman. She wanted something stiff, something alive. She wanted what Dick wanted… Suddenly Selina bore down on Dick’s cock, lodging it deep inside herself, seated fully on his loins as she leaned forward and pulled Harley’s face close. They kissed full on the mouth, like Selina’s heated tongue was made to go between Harley’s needfully parted lips. Harley felt herself come as the three of them ravaged each other’s burning bodies, all thought of the Joker dead, her addled mind only aware of the mad pleasure she was getting, from Dick, from Selina, from herself, giving into this wildness. Dick was riding high, hands behind his head, relaxed and comfortably as Selina gyrated on his cock, Harley shuddered on his tongue. He felt like he could keep this up forever, even with two women fucking and fondling him. Casually, he reached up and finger-flicked Harley’s clit. She came again, Selina sucking her tongue, her own hands squeezing her jouncing breasts. So easy. It hardly seemed fair when a bitch like her was so easy to please. Maybe three women at once would be more of a challenge. Selina had come repeatedly, convulsively as she slammed herself down on Dick’s relentless prick. Now, with a final cry of complete satiation, her lovely face formed one last mask of lust. “Oh, you beautiful fucker, I’m coming again!” she cried out in the most obscene voice imaginable. “I can’t take anymore! You’ll tear my pussy in half!” With a last, convulsive movement, she rolled away from her savage impalement, onto the mattress with her hands covering her ravaged cunt. She shook in afterglow, her own personal earthquake, as Dick pushed Harley off her face. Onto her belly. “Well,” he said, taking his slick cock in his hand. Selina’s multiple orgasms had more than lubricated it. “Guess I need somewhere new to put this…” “I know where you can put it.” Grabbing Harley, Selina pulled her over her stomach, using her body like a pillow to bend Harley over, face pressed down, ass high in the air. “I know how much you loved fucking me in the ass, Dick. Now imagine that with Harley. Hard not to think about it, with her in that damn spandex all the time, so tight it’s practically giving her a gynecological exam.” Selina spat on her fingers, rubbed them over Harley’s anus, getting it nice and wet. “And yet, only the Joker gets to use this perfect ass. What a waste. What an awful shame. I bet you see her in all her slutty little get-ups and just think about showing her what a real man could do with an ass like that. She doesn’t need Mistah J, she needs a big, hard, COCK.” “No, please, don’t! My virgin ass!” Harley cried. “Keep that ass high, bitch,” Dick said. He screwed his prodding shaft against her anus, but the impatiently seeking tip wouldn’t go in. His glans slid around her crack, first up, then down. “Mistah J! Please stop! I’ll give you anything if you just stop! I’ll—“ She gritted her teeth. “For Christ’s sake, Seliners, help him fuck my ass!” Rolling her eyes, Selina took Dick’s slipping, sliding cock in one hand and guided it to the constricting ring of Harley’s ass. With both hands free, Dick grabbed Harley’s twitching hips. A moment later, he had his cock driven halfway into Harley’s tight ass, a look of savage pleasure on his face. It was matched by Harley’s. “Get your ass up!” Selina yelled, slapping Harley’s face. “I want him fucking your ass all the way!” Harley raised her ass higher and Dick pushed it all the way in. She screamed. Selina smiled. She reached between Harley’s legs and played with her pussy. When Harley wasn’t screaming, she was moaning. “You’re not the Joker’s girl anymore,” Selina said. “He wouldn’t want you with Batcum in all your holes. You’re Dick’s now, and when I’m not fucking him, he’ll be using you as his personal sex toy. And you’re gonna come for him like a little bitch, because that’s what you are and that’s what you do.” “Yes, yes!” “Show me, right now. Come, you little bitch. Come for that giant stud cock fucking your ass!” Harley nodded frantically. She’d gone through a transformation as insane in its own way as the one that had made her Harley Quinn in the first place. A fire roared in her, an inferno of animalistic lust that she could not, would not deny. She wondered if she would go on forever this way—hungering for this pleasure, living from fuck to fuck, always dreaming of having him once more seated inside her. Because as big and thick and full as he felt inside her, she needed more. Much more. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough. Awkwardly twisting her hands into the bedsheets—her eyes bulging, her mouth drooling—she strained back as best she could against Dick’s heaving thrusts, wanting him deeper in her, wanting him to wear her. “Fuck me harder! Harder, you goddamn animal!” she screamed, never more hysterical than his cock had made her. Dick clutched the sides of her wildly quivering ass, drove his cock in to its hilt. Harley’s mouth responded appropriately. “If I’m the animal, how come you’re the one moaning like a bitch in heat?” He leaned over to meet Selina as she sat up, ramming his tongue into her open mouth, feeling her suck as wildly on it as Harley’s ass was pulling at his cock. One arm wrapped around Harley’s waist, the other around Selina’s back, he battered his tongue against Selina and hammered his pelvis against Harley’s tight ass with mindlessly rhythmic blows. He felt her, heard her come again and again as Selina claimed his tongue, her high breasts pressed into his chest, his tongue against his making him pump Harley faster and faster. Finally, feeling half-dead, he pulled out of Harley’s sucking ass. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she thrust her empty hindquarters high into the air, begging for his return. It was too much like the Joker, being denied, or being ignored altogether. She tried to think clearly, but what had been unleashed inside her could not be fought. Too many years of frustration had built up behind her dam and now it had broken, flooded into her needy cunt. The warmth of Selina’s body under hers was the only thing that brought her pleasure. She crawled over it, wrestled with it, getting Selina’s thigh between her legs and humping it desperately. She forced her eyes open. Dick was standing in front of her, grinning lewdly down at her. His cock was still hard. Selina smiled at it as she pumped her leg against Harley’s cunt. “Jack off, Dick. Jack your cock off in her face. Come right in her fucking face.” Already poised on the brink, Dick just had to grab his cock and squeeze. Harley was looking right at it, saw the bubbling seed inside his slit, saw it spurt out into her face. His spunk splashed against her face once, then a second time as her cunt exploded against Selina’s leg with a powerful orgasm of its own. Harley sobbed with pleasure as her new man came on her face again and again. Selina watched like a cat following a laser pointer, seeing Harley’s forehead, nose, and cheeks drenched in Dick’s cum. Those big, bright eyes closed so jizz could splatter all over them. Then Harley parted her lips and stuck out her tongue for a scalding spurt right into her mouth. Humming in appreciation, Harley swallowed, the taste somehow increasing the power of her orgasm. Dick came one last time, his weakening shot landing under her face, across her cleavage. Then Selina rolled on top of Harley, moving in to reclaim her territory, tongue flicking across the head of Dick’s cock. He was finished, but she still swirled her tongue all over his cockhead, tasting all he’d ejaculated, then leaning down to Harley, kissing her, rubbing her face against the thick coat of seed that covered Harley’s like a second layer of greasepaint. Then, thoroughly smeared, her tongue sucked clean of semen, she lifted her head once more. “That was sweet, wasn’t it Harley? How could I not want you to try it?” She opened her lips and threw her face forward, her hot, wet lips closing around Dick’s drooping prick. He gasped as she swallowed him up, tasting with her tongue, sucking with her throat, tickling her lips on his scant, wiry pubes. She slipped her mouth away only when she was quite sure he was ‘clean’. “Now listen up, my dears. I may not believe in business before pleasure, but business between pleasure…” *** She waited naked in Bruce’s bed, and miracles of miracles, tonight was a night he actually used it. He put on a stern face, but she said all the right things. About how she wanted to quit the crime game, leave that world behind, be a good superhero just like him, wear a matchy-match outfit like all his little subs, and before she knew it, he was pounding away at her as usual. Like a carpenter trying to build something in her pussy, no finesse, no sensitivity. Not even much depth. She didn’t think she’d ever gotten close to all six inches. No, foreplay and technique were not for people who were THE NIGHT. Ninety seconds passed. Usually he’d be done by now, but this time, Selina could tell he was getting less out of it than usual. As much as her, in fact. His boy toy, who was now Selina’s boy toy, was quite literally twice the man that he was. And he’d left his mark on her as much as she had on him. For the first time ever, Bruce accidentally slipped out of Selina. “Not as tight a ride as you’re used to, Brucie?” She smiled. “I guess I’ve had some Dick you can’t measure up to. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go see if he’s still… up.” Two minutes, about. That should’ve been enough time for Harley and Dick to get what they had come for. Not that she had come. Not yet… “Selina, wait,” he called after her, once she’d gotten out of bed, dressed as much as she ever did, started for the door. “Yes, Bruce?” “Did you mean it? No more crime?” “Of course, Bruce. I won’t take anything of value to anyone.” *** “Poor boy,” Selina said, running her hand over his sweet face. He wasn’t as handsome as Dick, but he was quite cute. Not sexy. Not quite. Cute. She wondered what she could do with that. “Brucie probably won’t even notice you’re missing. He doesn’t take any care of his boys. But I will. Now that Dick has Harley on his plate, this kitty needs something new to bat around. Up for the job?” Tim Drake nodded seriously. “Gooood,” she drawled. “I wonder what Poison Ivy’s up to…”