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Peyton’s fingers closed around Bruce’s stiff cock, feeling the throb that grew out of its stiffness, making it feel harder than seemed possible. Peyton squeezed, her hand almost moving on its own. She had been intensely aroused, seeing Bruce and the Catwoman fucking just like she’d dreamed of Mr. Scarface doing for so many years, and now Bruce was doing it to her—making her hotter than ever.

The fact that she’d never met him before, that Mr. Scarface was forcing her to be his bitch, just added to her arousal. She moved her fist on his manhood, feeling the glans brush her palm, leaving a scalding smear of his precum in her grip. As she jerked him off, she shook with a mindless need. Now not thinking at all, she moved to straddle his lap and the huge prick it had to offer…

“Whaddya think you’re doing, ya dumb groad?” Mr. Scarface demanded. “You’re a woman, gummy! Women can’t be on top—it’s unnatural! Cut him loose right now so he cans fuck ya! Do it!”

Peyton jerked back to her senses. “Yes, Mr. Scarface!” Ears burning red-hot at her dumb mistake, she hurried to undo Bruce’s straitjacket.

“Gend over, girlie!” Scarface said. “Gend over so he’s can fuck you!”

Peyton trembled, looking down at Bruce’s cock. The knob bulged with arousal, smooth and dripping precum. She leaned over, arching her ass back.

Bruce slapped his erection against her buttocks. Now that he was loose, he could overpower Peyton easily… but that wouldn’t quite fit with his image of a carefree billionaire. A secondary method of subduing her might take longer… but with Selina, Harley, and now Peyton soon to be down, it seemed to be working for him. Bruce decided to press his luck and see how far this streak would take him.

“You heard him, ‘girlie,’” Bruce muttered thickly. “Down on all fours.”

Peyton put her hands on the ground, bracing herself. Her golden hair hung in front of her face, hiding how she shut her eyes. She felt ashamed of herself, fucking this strange man, even for Mr. Scarface. But there was no denying the lust she felt. Her pussy trembled, already drenched with readiness. Turning her head and peeking out the corner of her eye, she saw Bruce standing behind her, stroking his prick to the zenith of hardness.

Her hand reached out and she grasped Scarface, unable to keep herself from doing it. At the same time, she felt Bruce put his hands on her heart-shaped ass, spreading her buttocks apart. Her anus clenched immediately, while a low moan came out of her mouth—Bruce was rubbing his engorged cockhead against her sphincter, then along the slit of her hot pussy.

“You can put ya finger in her ass if you want, Gruce!” Peyton heard Scarface say.

Bruce did as ‘Scarface’ said, spitting on Peyton’s rosebud then jamming his thick thumb into her there. He only barely held back until the ring of muscles surrendered—then his thumb was rammed into her rectum.

Peyton screamed to feel his thumb buried beyond her asshole. Fire burned where it had entered her, her sphincter feeling like it was about to tear, it was being stretched so far from where it ordinarily was.

Scarface ignored that, though, too focused on how Bruce was pressing his dick into Peyton’s slit. Peyton could tell he was excited by how he shook in her hands. If he was excited by having this man fuck her, then she was exhilarated by it.

Slowly she pressed her wide, womanly hips back into Bruce’s fucking of her, feeling his smooth knob enter her. Bruce completed his part of the transaction slowly, his hands holding her waist to stabilize her as he gently penetrated her cunt.

Peyton gurgled to feel how deeply she was being fucked. His swollen cockhead was going so far into her—followed by so much thick shaft. She couldn’t believe how big he was. She’d be hollowed out by the time he was through!

“Give it to her, Gruce!” Scarface urged, shaking even more. Oh, he was really getting off on Peyton being fucked. “Fuck her gitch ass!”

Peyton couldn’t hold herself still. She danced her ass around to the feeling of Bruce’s cock and the passionate tremors it created inside her. Her hips twisted while she mewled, then Bruce lunged inside her, his cock rutting into her as far as it could go. Now Peyton was releasing a soft wail, her ass churning against how Bruce’s groin smashed up against her cunt, his balls and hairs and skin pressing into her like they were fucking her too.

Bruce groaned, evidently enjoying the embrace of her flesh as much as she was enjoying being invaded by his. He dug his hands into her supple ass, pulling her soft flesh back into his fucking strokes. Then his hands came off her hips and reached underneath her to catch her jiggling breasts.

More wails undulated from Peyton’s splayed lips. It felt decadent, how richly Bruce was fucking her. Sobbing, she banged her free hand on the ground, her other hand making Scarface’s arms and legs kick with the excitement he and she and they felt. Moist slaps sounded with each thrust Bruce put into her cunt, his balls swinging into the backs of her luscious thighs. It felt like a punishment, spurring her on to enjoy being rutted by him even more. Only a real ungrateful bitch couldn’t love what he was doing to her.

“Oooooh!” Peyton moaned softly, her lavish breasts swaying with the hard fucking she was getting, as if testifying to just how much pleasure was thrumming inside her well-used body. “Oh God!”

“Fuck her, Gruce!” Scarface was saying. “Fuck her real hard! This gitch loves to get a hard cock!”

Peyton tried to manipulate Scarface’s jaw to go with what he was saying, but she couldn’t get herself coordinated. Bruce was pumping into her so hard she was inching forward, shuffling her knees across the floor to keep her balance. Heedless of how she was pushing Scarface across the floor in front of her like a broom, she pushed her ass back into Bruce’s erection, ramming herself into him as he came forward.

It increased her enjoyment immensely, though she was hardly able to articulate that as well as Mr. Scarface. He knew her so well… almost as well as Bruce was knowing her, with his big cock going all the way to her womb to breed her.

Her knees shook with excitement until they couldn’t hold her up. Peyton couldn’t help herself; her body sagged to the ground. Letting go of Scarface, she propped herself up on her hands, holding her ass up high for Bruce to pump into when he lowered himself to the ground with her. She pushed her chest up into the air and felt Bruce’s bristling muscles, his thick body hair against her back. He was right behind her, keeping up the fuck as her head hung and she squealed softly, wetly—still trying to move her ass back into his pistoning cock.

Scarface lay watching, his wooden eyes gleaming. He watched Peyton’s sopping wet cunt stretch around Bruce’s prick, saw her asshole clench and roil as it had when he’d put his thumb in it.

“OHHH!” Peyton grunted, forcing a knee under her so she could lift her ass into Bruce’s never-ending usage of her. “OOOO YES! GOD YES!”

“Yaaawn,” Harley intoned. Bruce twisted his head to look at her, but kept the fuck going. For Peyton, it was as if she didn’t even notice that her fellow blonde had regained consciousness. “This ain’t no fun just watchin’… I can rent pornos for that, and they’ll have like five people, and toys! He don’t count—“ Harley added, giving the prone Scarface a dismissive kick. Peyton still didn’t notice. “I’m gonna go find Ivy. Laters, Mistah B. Keep bein’ a real good hostage for us ladies and fuckin’ us like we needs it.”

Even enthralled as he was by Peyton’s body and the intensity of the sex, Bruce couldn’t help but shake his head. There was no predicting the clown. It made her dangerous, but it also made her come off as an idiot.

As did her idiocy, since she was leaving him unguarded except by the woman who was most definitely surrendering to him. Selina was still knocked out; Bruce hadn’t managed to give her a microdot yet. He would have to hurry this up or the work he’d already done to resolve the situation would be totally undone.

Bruce moved his hands to Peyton’s soft buttocks, spreading them. Her anus was ripe and ready for a good stiff fuck. He’d barely pulled out before his cock was shoved up inside her anus. She took him like she had to: all the way.

“OOOH!” Peyton squealed. “It wasn’t that big before! It wasn’t!”

“It is now,” Bruce said pitilessly.

He reached around her and squeezed her plump breasts again, hefting their sensuous weight in his palms while he pummeled her asshole with his hardened erection. His cockhead, wet from her orgiastic pussy, punched into Peyton’s bowels.

“Fuck me hard, Bruce!” the blonde keened, her mob of exhortations leaving no room for ‘Mr. Scarface’ to get a word in edgewise. “Rub my clit! Fuck me good! Play with my clit! Just fuck me!”

Bruce let go of her tits and went for her pussy, extending his middle finger to stroke her bee-stung clit. The more he caressed it, the more he stimulated it, the easier it was to force his cock inside of Peyton’s rectum.

“Fuck!” Peyton groaned. “Just one more pump and I’ll… ooohh, yes, Bruce! YES, YES, YES!”

She went wild with orgasm, thrusting her hips back to impale herself on his manhood. Bruce kept fucking her, pistoning into her convulsing sphincter with animalistic fervor. He loved the clinging heat of her anal passage, its muscles convulsively working around his demanding shaft. Haplessly he gasped and groaned as he sodomized her, her lush buttocks slapping against his loins, his thick cock being suckled and devoured by the rioting muscles of her ass.

Her anus had stretched just enough to allow the massive intrusion of his cock, but it remained tight enough to overwhelm Bruce with pleasure. He ran amok on her ass, panting with the effort of holding back a climax as he leaned over her back, his hips spanking into her heart-shaped ass. His broad body now on top of Peyton’s prone one, hammering down into her prostrate form, he reached under her chest to grab her tits and grope them hard while pistoning in and out of her burning asshole.

“Oooo, that’s it, Bruce!” she screeched. “Grab my tits! Squeeze my tits! Oh God, you’re filling up my ass!”

“And you’re taking my cock,” Bruce hissed against the sweaty flesh of her bare back. “All of it.”

His fingers dug brutally into her proud chest, while his hips churned back and forth, sodomizing Peyton and smacking his balls against her fiery sex. Orgasmic juices seeped from her as she was fucked, pooling under her inner thighs. Peyton helplessly twisted and thrashed about, barely able to focus enough to drive her ass back into his lunging cock.

When it impaled her, forcing its way into her bowels, she whimpered and wailed—screamed and gasped. His erection throbbed between her buttocks; forced all the way into her ass. Peyton trembled in ecstasy. Bruce was using all of her there was to use.

“Bruuuuccceeee,” Peyton trilled, her eyes rolling up in her head.

Bruce couldn’t respond with one word. His passions had caught up with him and now the only thing he could concentrate on was reaming out Peyton’s ass as hard as he could. He frantically fucked away at her rounded asscheeks, deep and powerful thrusts consuming all the space in Peyton’s rectum. Bruce didn’t even try to match the tempo of Peyton’s flailing hips, her would-be attempts to keep up with him. His own need was too great.

In a few short moments, he felt the heat of a lit fuse sear his knob. He kept pumping into Peyton’s anus while his cum blasted out, launched from his unyielding thrusts to go so deep into Peyton that they would never come out.

All too soon, his balls were drained of all their milky white seed. His cock flopped out of Peyton’s splayed hole and Bruce simply sat down on the floor to recover his breath.

“Hey, hey!” Scarface cried. “This ginky groad is kaput! She ain’t doin’ nothing to watch the prisoner! Someone get over here and—“

Bruce would never be able to fathom the limits of what a sick mind was capable of. Regardless, he stuffed a microdot into the puppet’s mouth, then shoved the thing’s head into Peyton’s well-used ass. Either because of that or the microdot having its effect on Peyton, the noise died down—except for Peyton’s snoring.

Bruce thought that the woman could certainly use a good night’s sleep. Putting up with Scarface couldn’t be very relaxing, as he well knew from his own demons. Although thankfully, none of them had such an annoying speech impediment.

Taking out another microdot, Bruce dosed Selina. Then, for lack of a better option, he wrapped the straitjacket around his waist. It wasn’t much modesty, and he didn’t truly care, but even the most carefree playboy couldn’t just wander around naked.

Selina and the Ventriloquist were dealt with—that left Harley, Ivy, Red Claw, and Magpie. Moving silently, sticking to the many shadows of Arkham, Bruce went on the hunt.