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Dick slid his manhood from Kara’s mouth, milking it between his thumb and fingers. He worked a white pearl of his jizz from his glanshole and it glistened in the sunlight before he smeared it on Kara’s lips. She went further, sucking the luscious cum entirely off his thumb. He smiled down at her and she beamed up at him, her teeth slightly worrying at his thumbnail.

“I guess you don’t have a problem with human cum.”

“Uh-uh,” she said, shaking her head. “I’d suck off anything that tastes this good.”

Dick laughed. “I think you should just stick to guys for now. You shouldn’t have any trouble getting them to cooperate.”

“I know, but what about your wives? Won’t they want you too?”

“My…” Dick’s voice trailed off. “Well, I mean… I didn’t mean me… per se…”

“Plus, you’re Nightwing. You have a lot of important responsibilities.”

Dick smiled as if pleased with himself. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. You get it.”

“So I completely understand that you only have so much time for me. That’s okay. I’d rather be fucked as good as that, even if it’s only for a little bit, than have a lousy cocksman I can get all the time.”

Dick swallowed. Where did she get this stuff? On Krypton? What the hell had that place been like, anyway, if General Zod, Superman, and—this—all came from there? “I was thinking maybe you could date someone else… now that you know what you want…”

“Don’t be silly, Dick. Why would I do that?” Kara floated up from her knees to hug his midsection. “You’re the best boyfriend ever! There’s no one like you!”

“Well, I mean, there’ve been three other Robins. Four, if you count Steph. We all have black hair but her.” Inwardly, Dick cursed himself for trying to pawn this nymphomaniac off on one of his brothers. Tim, he knew, had girl trouble of his own. Maybe Jason could take her. It’d be so unfair—but also kinda funny.

“They’re nothing like you,” Kara insisted, still holding his waist, but now moving her hands down to rub his ass. “You’re the only one for me. And I know you can handle a girl gang. Kory, Barbara, Donna, Dinah, Helena… I can’t wait to meet them! We can all hang out!”

Dick massaged his temples. He tried to picture himself explaining to even half of them that Supergirl had thrown herself at him and now she’d be part of the club. “I think maybe I’d better focus on keeping the women I’m already with happy, not being with new ones—no matter how lovely they are.”

Kara smiled and nodded chipperly against his abs. “Absolutely! I totally agree. I mean, Wonder Girl’s great, and obviously she and Donna get along too, but we should wait before we bring her in. Anyway, I think she and Superboy have a thing. Although I’m sure she’d drop him quick if she knew how good you are—”

“Let’s not do that then!” Dick squeaked out. Kara’s hands were wandering down his ass, now dipping between his thighs to grab his balls from behind. “Kara, I think maybe we should call it a night.”

“I know, I know, I shouldn’t monopolize your time just because I’m the new girl.” Kara gave him a possessive squeeze despite her words. “Just say hi to my friend Mary and then we’ll get back to work.”

“Mary? Kara, no, I couldn’t possibly—“

“Just think of it as a date. I know it’s a little backwards, us doing all that stuff we did and then going to a movie or eating out, but, well, we just couldn’t contain ourselves, could we? We had to fuck. But now you can show me you weren’t just using me for sex. So when I tell Superman about us, I’ll do a little white lie and tell him we made love after our date. That’ll sound so much better to him, don’t you think?”

Dick gulped. “I suppose we could stop off for a few minutes so you can introduce me to your friend, but maybe we should hold off on telling—”

“Wonderful! I know you’ll like her so much! She’s so funny and sweet and really nice, and her tits are just so amazing!”

“Her tits?” Dick squawked.

“They’re these great plump little handfuls like mine, almost enough to fill your hand, and so soft, but really perky! You’re gonna love them! I only bring it up because it’s going to be a pool party, so she’ll probably be wearing a bikini, she loves to show them off. Won’t she be jealous when I show you off! Say, you’re okay with going skinny-dipping, right, or should we stop and get you a Speedo on the way?”

“I… think maybe I should get board shorts?” Dick ventured. “I have a little too much to fit into your average Speedo.”

Kara bit her lower lip. “I know that, silly, that’s the whole point! She’s gonna be so jealous!”

***

Harley shuddered as Summer knelt down in front of her struggling body.

“I think someone’s overdressed,” Summer said, running her hands over Harley’s pert breasts, caressing them, her fingers rolling the tight little nipples through her blouse.

“I’m not overdressed! I’m not!” Harley groaned. “Let me go, I’ll be good!”

“But you used to be really, really bad,” Summer said, giving Harley’s nipples a hard twist. “So you get the clamps now. And you eat my pussy. To pay me and Vicki back for how you used to be such a bitch to us.”

“No, please, I said I was sorry!” Harley cried, straining fruitlessly to get out of the doggy door she was stuck in.

“And now you’re going to prove you’re sorry,” Summer said. “Hey, Vicki, you do have nipple clamps around here, don’t you?”

“Brucie wouldn’t be much of a host if he didn’t,” Vicki grinned.

“Nooo!” Harley wailed.

She thrashed inside the tight confines of the doggy door, her fingers clawing helplessly at the floor, her ass jerking as she tried to back out at the same time she tried to pull herself forward.

“Here,” Vicki said, giving Summer the clamps. They hadn’t been far away—not after the orgy last night.

“Ready?” Summer asked, holding them up before Harley’s terrified eyes.

“No, please, don’t!” Harley moaned, her lips quibbling as she thought of the pain she was about to endure.

“Don’t pretend you’re not going to enjoy it, bitch,” Vicki said, grinning with approval as Summer pulled the serrated jaws open.

“I won’t enjoy it! I won’t!” Harley said hoarsely, staring at the clamp as Summer ran it down her breast, slid it over her areolas, the jaws on both sides of her stiff nipple. “Please, you can’t, you can’t!”

“That’s right. I can’t.” Summer pulled the clamp away. “We’ve got to get those clothes out of the way first.”

Harley screamed and fell flat on her belly, her heart pounding, her skin damp with sweat. She bubbled with sobs, her hair falling down in front of her face as she pounded her fists and kicked her feet against the floor.

Summer grabbed Harley’s blouse and pulled, but it held together. The redhead grimaced. “Vicki, you got any scissors?”

Harley shuddered as Summer took the scissors Vicki handed her. She couldn’t help but notice that Vicki’s nipples were stiff, her breasts heaving, as she stared at Harley’s snared body.

Laughing victoriously, Summer cut through the shoulders of Harley’s blouse and pulled. She clipped and yanked until the blouse was in shreds on the floor and Harley’s lovely figure was almost entirely revealed. Then she snipped through the straps of Harley’s bra, leaving that too lying on the floor.

Harley whimpered and turned her head away, sniffling as they all got a good look at her tits. She wasn’t even that big compared to them—she thought Summer had to be a cup size bigger.

“What about the skirt?” Summer asked, turning the Dutch door Harley was caught in so that Harley was facing the wall, her lower body on display now.

Vicki eased the pleated skirt over Harley’s spread thighs. “I don’t like how it hides her cunt. She’s got one sweet cunt. She should show it off.”

Summer ran her fingers into the cleft of Harley’s sex, playing with the pubic hair there. “She sure looks good with that skirt on, though.”

“Why don’t you play with her pussy a bit while we think about it?”

“Sure. We can take our time,” Summer replied, working her fingers into Harley’s damp sex.

She stroked Harley’s mons, skillfully rubbing at her clit, spreading the trickling juices from the inside of Harley’s folds to the outer lips of her mound. She wiggled her finger inside of Harley’s slit.

“You never made any secret of how much you wanted to eat my pussy,” Summer cooed. “How about doing it now?”

“No! Never! I’ll never touch your stinking pussy!” Harley keened.

Summer shrugged. “Too bad. I was going to pass on the clamps, but since you don’t want to eat pussy…”

“Wait, wait, I was only kidding! I’ll do it, I will! I love eating pussy!” Harley gasped, once more jerking and twitching in her attempt to get out of the doggy door, but somehow only seeming more stuck.

“Oh, come on, Quinn. You wouldn’t lie to me. I’ll take you at your word. You don’t want to touch my stinking pussy.” Summer grinned, pushing her finger a little deeper into Harley’s spasming cunt.

“Please let me eat your cunt!” Harley wailed, pumping her hips against Summer’s hand in feverish desperation.

“Nah, you didn’t say the magic word,” Summer told her, stroking Harley’s slit, pushing her finger in and out of it, while her thumb circled Harley’s clit.

“YES I DID, I DID—oooooh!” Harley groaned woozily, going cross-eyed, undulating in the doggy door as Summer’s caresses got to her. Her pussy roiled, her thighs quivered with the soft waves rolling out of her stimulated clit to spark pleasure and satisfaction all through the rest of her. She moaned, her fuzzy pubic thatch slicked down with her aroused juices, her ass heaving up as high as it could with her belly stuck.

Summer laughed and worked her finger even deeper, stirring Harley’s flowing juices, then bringing it down to the cleft of Harley’s ass. Harley trembled and jerked, feeling Summer rub her fingertip against her puckered anus, sobbing at the humiliation of her asshole giving into the pressure, just as it had all the times that Bruce had sodomized her.

“I think we should leave the skirt on,” Vicki suggested thoughtfully. “She can take it off for us when she wants to.”

“Yeah,” Summer laughed. “When she’s ready to go down on us like a good girl.”

Harley groaned in horror, her whole body burning with a lust she couldn’t control because it wasn’t hers, it was theirs, forced upon her, pushed into her veins like a narcotic. Summer giggled and pushed her finger harder into Harley’s opening. Harley moaned, eyes rolling back in her head, knowing she was only becoming more and more addicted.

As much as she loved the Joker, he never had time for her. But being passed around by Bruce’s wives meant there was always someone to feed her insatiable craving for attention, always someone to use her. And it wasn’t so bad being used. A little embarrassing, but not more than coming crawling back to Mistah J after he’d thrown her out…

Vicki was on the other side of the door as Summer, crouching down to face Harley instead of being bent over Harley’s exposed ass. “This is what you wanted to do to us all those times you had us tied up and held hostage, isn’t it? You wanted to play with us like this, right?”

“No, please, I never—AAGGHHHH!” Harley screamed, feeling Vicki slap her hand across her breasts.

“Tell the truth, slut,” Vicki ordered.

“Yes, yes, you’re all so pretty and Mistah J put so much work into kidnapping you and then Bats tried so hard to rescue you—I don’t know, I don’t know, I thought I could make you feel good, maybe!” Harley mewled, her breasts aching with pain.

“Because it’s what you’d want someone to do to you, isn’t that right?” Summer pressed, the two journalists knowing exactly how to break her down and make her give a straight answer. She held the clamps up to Harley’s helplessly gazing eyes. The clown could not look away. “You want someone to care enough to torture you—to get all the sensation they can out of that sexy little body.”

“No, no, not you! NOT YOU!” Harley screamed, jerking until the door creaked like an old staircase, her eyes fixed on the terrible clamps.

Summer moved them closer, slid them over the fatly stiffened buttons of Harley’s nipples, holding their taut openness against Harley’s nipples without letting them go. Harley sobbed and pouted and crinkled her nose up.

“It’s not fair-r-r-r-r!” she moaned.

“You want Bruce to do it?” Vicki asked, petting Harley’s cheek. “Do you like belonging to him, being his pet?”

“I do! I DO!”

“You think you’re special?” Summer demanded. “You think you deserve to be Bruce’s exclusive courtesan, a low-class gun moll like you?”

“You’re just like all the rest of us,” Vicki said. “You get what he wants you to get. When he’s not using you, we get you. You do whatever we want.”

“Just the thing for a slut like you,” Summer volleyed. “You get to be a slut for everyone.”

“Wanna be my slut?” Vicki asked, opening her legs.

Summer spread her legs too. “Wanna eat my pussy?”

“Yes, yes! PLEASE let me eat your pussy!”

“Alright, Harley. Okay,” Summer cooed to her reassuringly. “You can eat my pussy once you’ve got the clamps on.”

Summer let go of one of the clamps and its jaws dug in deep to the nipple it had surrounded. Harley threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs, her agony reverberating through the house. Her nipple was crushed between metal jaws, its sensitive flesh throbbing with a pain she’d never known before. Sweat rose on her skin and bathed her body as she struggled, squeaking the frame of the doggy door around and around.

“Have mercy! You’re the liberal media, you gotta have mercy!” Harley cried.

“What, does it hurt?” Summer laughed. “You’re such a baby. Watch.”

She took the other clamp and situated it on her own plump nipple, smiling at the crying, twitching Harley. Then she let go of it, twitching as the jaws bit into her nipple, then moaning in both pain and a savored deliciousness.

“See?” Summer moaned, pulling at the clamp to stretch her nipple out. “I’ve got a lot to offer Bruce Wayne. Unlike you, I can take being his bitch.”