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“Wake up, Babs. Wake up. You’re having a bad dream.”

Barbara Gordon came awake sweating, overheated, her breaths coming in liquid gulps of humid air—but then Kara Zor-El was there, gesturing at Barbara to calm down until the redhead allowed her to soothe and stroke her, petting away her phantasmagorical fear. And Donna Troy was there, with a cold glass of water and a wet cloth, giving Barbara something to drink and wiping away the grimy sweat that had built up on her naked body.

As the nightmare died away, reality came rushing back. Barbara had spent the night with Donna and Kara after they’d comforted her… more than comforted her… lifted her spirits with a reminder of how great life could be. Yet the moment her eyes were shut, she was back in a nightmare world.

This time dreaming of Donna and Kara as they would be under the control of the Batman Who Laughs. In her nightmare, they had attacked her, beaten her, nearly killed her before she was shaken back to wakefulness, the fearsome images replaced with the real thing, who only wanted to calm her down and make her feel safe.

Barbara wanted to tell them not to waste their time. It was a pointless effort. How could they ever really soothe her when the fear they were battling was part of her, a real thing that she had lived through so recently that she could still feel it on her skin?

She felt like no matter what they did, her innate cowardice would simply bring back her fear the moment she no longer had their comfort. And they couldn’t support her twenty-four hours a day…

Kara laid her head down on Barbara’s thigh, petting the long leg she laid on while she looked up into Barbara’s eyes. “More about… him? The other Batman?”

Barbara nodded blankly.

Donna moved behind her, laying a hand on her shoulder. “He can’t hurt you, Babs. You know that.”

“So what? That doesn’t stop me from being afraid of him. Even if he’s gone forever—which no one really is in our line of work—I’ll still have the memories. I keep thinking what if there’s even one other person like him out there… maybe someone even worse?”

Donna tightened her grip on Barbara’s shoulder. “We would never let anything happen to you. No more than you would ever let us down.”

Kara gave a confident nod. “That’s right. You can’t go through life letting your thoughts be taken up by all the awful things that evil men do. That’s how they win. You have to focus on the good things… the things you’ve fought for… that they can’t take away.”

“I know,” Barbara said. “If I were in your place, I’d probably be giving the exact same lecture. But it’s real hard to remember the good things in my life when even my dreams aren’t safe.”

“Then let us remind you,” Kara said.

“Oh!” Barbara gasped, feeling Donna press against her naked back, the girl’s feathery pubic hair brushing against the skin of her ass, her elegant breasts softly cushioning Barbara’s shoulder blades.

She whispered into the nape of Barbara’s neck, her warm breath stirring Barbara’s crimson locks. “We both like you so much, Babs. We want to make you feel good. And not just because you need it. I don’t know about Kara, but it really turns me on how wild you get when you’re being fucked.”

Barbara quivered—not out of fright, but from the shock of how quickly her numb body was filled with delicious anticipation. “I-I don’t know if I can keep up with you. You’re both so beautiful, so good to me…I wish I could be as good to you as you are—“

“You will be,” Kara assured her friend, softly kissing the top of her toned thigh. “You’ll love every minute of it and we’ll love how much you love it. You don’t know how gorgeous you are, Babs, but believe us—you have one Amazon and one Kryptonian thoroughly seduced.”

Donna took hold of Barbara and spun her around to face her, then drew her close, so close their nipples touched. Laying back with her legs opening, she pulled Barbara’s luscious body down between her sculpted thighs. Their pubic thatches blended, Barbara’s red into Donna’s black, pale freckled skin into tanned olive flesh.

Behind Barbara, Kara was in motion, working her light bronze tan into Barbara’s back, pushing the golden down of her pussy against the curves of Barbara’s slender ass. Kara caressed Barbara’s lean torso, trailing her teasing fingers up and down her faintly hidden ribs, across the slopes of Barbara’s shapely hips.

Sandwiched between the two women, feeling them both play with her, Barbara exhaled her tension. She knew her fears couldn’t stay with her long, not when such beauties called for her attention. She was shivering with desire already.

Donna kissed her and Barbara went taut, shocked by the hot tongue pushing into her mouth, touching and circling there with a rush of pleasure for both women. The lingering kiss brought back a startling recollection of last night; Barbara knew that the next time she felt Donna’s tongue, it could be making the same sensual movements inside her cunt.

Then Kara’s fingers reached between the pert ovals of Barbara’s ass, prodding at her anus, rolling Barbara’s own sweat onto its grommet—Barbara jerked, her legs trembling.

Donna rolled them over, laying on top of her with Barbara sprawled naked across the bed, her slender body spread open and surrendering to her lovers.

Kara and Donna claimed the redhead together, Kara clapping her hungry lips against Barbara’s while Donna mouthed a stiffened nipple. Four hands caressed Barbara’s freckled skin, their sexes rubbing insistently upon Barbara’s toned thighs.

They shared Barbara’s kisses, then her breasts, Kara sucking one and Donna the other. Each of them reached down to explore Barbara’s pussy, reddened in both hair and inner folds, ten fingers tickling and stroking her juicy labia. Kara and Donna were moving in concert, giving Barbara a double dose of everything, rather than overwhelming her with too many sensations at once, like giving her a tongue in her sex while another pussy was pressed to her mouth to be eaten.

Still, that double dose of sex was almost too much for Barbara. She writhed about, sobbing through clenched teeth, and gasped in relief when the two women came away from her heaving breasts, their mouths nipping tenderly at the perfect sculpting of her ribs, just visible within her slender torso.

They reached Barbara’s quivering belly and kissed it together, just at the first wisps of Barbara’s pubic thatch—tongues darting and stroking in deftly provocative reaches from the beginnings of her fleece to the dip of her navel, all over the artistically muscled loins that constant exercise had turned into a sculpture.

Their tongues went into Barbara’s pubic hair, turning it a dark red with saliva, then meeting in a passionate kiss the two women couldn’t help but give each other before they returned to Barbara’s steamy womanhood, Kara and Donna fondling each other while they tasted her.

Dipping and lapping, their cajoling tongues played over Barbara’s cunt. Barbara arched her back, shooting out her hips in desperate need, and together, Kara and Donna plunged their tongues inside of her. It was an image that printed itself indelibly on Barbara’s mind—her two lovers’ beautiful faces pressed together at the cheek, joined in kissing Barbara’s pussy, tongues working together in the honeyed depths of her snatch.

It took only a few moments’ work for the two snaking tongues to get Barbara off. She cried out in raw desire and came to her crest, heaving as her climax shuddered inside her, making her abs clench in strenuous enjoyment. Her sculpted legs were spread wide, giving both tongues plenty of her open pussy to play with. The muscles in Barbara’s thighs contracted while her orgasm raged, but Donna and Kara wouldn’t allow her to close her legs and put an end to the mutual pleasure.

Kara and Donna kept eating her, moaning when they lapped up her cream, making her hot pussy their plaything while they sucked loudly and wetly. Barbara panted and jerked, trying as best she could to withstand how intense the feelings were becoming, but finally crying out for mercy: “I can’t take anymore! Please, no more! Not again! You’re making me come so hard, my poor little pussy—oh, oh, AHH! It’s so wonderful! Gghh! I’m coming again, coming, coming so hard!”

Her heels beat a frenetic tattoo on squealing bedsprings, her hips lunging, her pelvis shaking crazily in the throes of immense delight. Finally her head fell back, eyes rolling whitely, her weak gasps showing that she had either come close to passing out or truly lost consciousness.

Kara and Donna released her, kissing while the taste of Barbara’s orgasm was still wet on their tongues. When they looked at each other, their eyes were hooded and drowsy, like two women who had feasted and now needed to sleep off their appetites. But then Barbara spoke.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Barbara asked throatily. “I’ve caught my breath—fuck me some more! There are two of you, aren’t you? It can’t be you’ve both had enough!”

Kara and Donna shared a giggle, then Donna nudged Kara aside to mount Barbara herself. “It’s impossible to have enough of you. Roll over onto your side, Babs. Yes, like that. I’m going to slide one leg under your head—yes, and my other one goes on top. You’re going to eat my pussy, Barbara, and while you do, I’m going to eat Kara’s. And you can guess what she’s going to do to your sweet little slit. We’ll all be enjoying ourselves this time and we’ll all have a nice, tasty cunt all to ourselves. Any time you’re ready…”

Her voice muffled by the creamy flesh of Donna’s thighs, Barbara said “Oh my, oh my… give my regards to Kara. I have a feeling she’ll be doing a lot to make me thankful.”

And they locked together, each mesmerized by the next link in the chain, enthralled by being part of the triangle. Their bodies were all different, voluptuous and slender and athletic, and tanned and pale and golden, but each of them had the same desire for the others. None of them were anything less than thrilled to have such a delectable pussy to eat.

Each of their heads was caught between a pair of sumptuous thighs; each luscious cunt was shuddering and convulsing at the workings of tongues and teeth and kisses. Hands stroked from slender, coltish legs to trim waists to quavering buttocks—up to high, firm breasts or around to puckered assholes, painting them with feminine juice and then penetrating them in an attempt to touch their own licking tongues inside the body they were enjoying.

As they moaned and writhed, the women started to come. First one, then another, as if they were sharing one climax that passed from woman to woman, illuminating each of them in turn. Barbara got the best of it, coming in a series of sharp, furious thrusts of her delicious body. Donna was stroking her hair as the redhead ate her out and Kara was petted her supple ass while she devoured Barbara.

Then, after orgasm upon orgasm, each of them were satisfied, relaxing and going limp, their bodies warmly boneless as pleasure and lust ebbed. But still they didn’t move from where they lay. Each of the woman was content to be nestled against a cunt she had just intimately tasted, immersed in the exotic flavor of orgasm and the fragrant aroma of desire yet to come. Not to mention the feel of a lascivious enjoyment at their own pussies, a beautiful woman admiring and satiated with their body.

It was the perfect way for Barbara to return to sleep—the entire thing so gloriously hedonistic that it could’ve been nothing more than a fantasy in the night. Only she knew Kara and Donna loved her too much to ever let her be as disappointed as she would be to wake from that dream.