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Quickly the three naked girls led Batman to a luxuriously stuffed sofa and pushed him back gently against the cushions. Then like a pack of sexual animals they began to work on his hard-muscled body, Tracey stroking his lengthy cock, Candy massaging his broad chest, and Lark gently stroking the inside of Batman’s thighs.

Bruce shuddered with pleasure. “Damn,” he breathed.

Suddenly Tracey took his aroused cock into her small mouth, her supple lips sliding up and down the pulsating shaft with blinding speed, her long delicate fingers grasping his balls at the same time.

Bruce almost exploded right then.

At the same time, Candy smothered him with long wet kisses all over his cowled face, her lips and tongue massaging him in her own special way.

Batman slowly pulled back from Tracey. His cock throbbed like an engine moving into high-gear. His eyes caught Tracey’s looking up at him.

“Please, I still want it,” she said in a tiny voice.

He slapped her with his powerful cock. Tracey moaned, more in shocked delight than in pain.

“You belong to this cock,” Batman told her. “Worship it.”

Tracey happily slid her face up to his potently hard erection. She took hold of it, squeezing it, running it over her face. She nipped at his dangling balls before lifting her head and opening her mouth, offering its emptiness to Bruce. Gloved hands clasping her head, he took advantage of her offering with a satisfied grunt.

“Good. Good girl,” he groaned. “This is the last time you get to be a whore… any of you… after this, you belong to Bruce Wayne.” He looked Candy in the eye before returning one of her needy kisses, making her squeal with his demanding tongue forcing its way into her mouth. “This is the last night any of you get as free women. Because if you’re not his, you’re mine. And you can’t take being mine.”

Tracey gagged when he pushed himself even deeper into her gullet. He was too rough, far too rough, but the girls were determined to test their limits. Candy thrust her naked cunt against his armored thigh, rubbing herself on his brutal costume. Batman wrapped an arm around her, his cape covering her naked body while he held it unrelentingly to his own. He allowed her no freedom; she could only continue to hump his leg like a bitch in heat.

Candy shrieked, but she was like a kid on a roller coaster. She enjoyed being the property of this demon, even if she knew that it was something she could only take so much of. Better to be romanced by Bruce Wayne—but she would always remember at least knowing the truth of what so many women had fantasized about.

Lark watched this all with awe in her eyes. In a way, it was more demeaning than anything the Penguin had put them through; domineering in a way Cobblepot could only dream. And yet… it was Batman. Candy and Tracey were both enjoying it; there was no question of them faking.

Batman eyed her and Lark knew that this was her chance to join in. She froze, only realizing she was waiting for an order when Batman inclined his head down to Tracey. Then she went willingly… spreading Tracey’s legs open. Licking up her succulent thighs from the knees to her groin.

Her breasts swayed seductively underneath her, burning under Batman’s gaze, while she finally buried her tongue into Tracey’s honeyed sex, swirling her tastebuds around in it before attacking her clit. Lips capturing it, sucking hungrily on it, Tracey moaning through the cock in her mouth—then starting to come—gently at first—then hard—very hard—and finally she was electrocuted with rapture.

The only thing containing her screams was Batman’s cock pistoning in her mouth. A rare smile on the man’s face told every woman there that he delighted in facefucking a woman while she orgasmed—using her ecstasy for his own pleasure.

Finally Batman exploded in her mouth, making Tracey gag as she both swallowed and howled. She soon got herself under control—it was that or lose the treasure from his spurting cock. The blonde sucked and gulped until she’d had her fill, leaving her dazed from both his heady seed and the climax that her cum-filled mouth had only intensified.

“One down, two to go,” Batman said as he brought his still-erect manhood from Tracey’s gaping lips, leaving his semen running freely down her flushed cheeks.

“Take me down next,” Lark moaned, straddling his groin, her slender fingers taking almost vicious hold of his member and bringing it to her sex, wet, ready, tingling with pleasure just from rubbing against him.

Batman moaned; Lark purred. He threw his other arm around her, surrounding her quivering body with his cape. She joined Candy in being forced up against his body, held to his cold, cruel armor like it was some kinky torture implement being brought to bear on her naked flesh.

The leathery cape caressed both women’s skin with each breath, every little quiver. Batman’s gloved hands were equally rough. He ground his closing fists into the flesh of their hips and asses, kneading pleasure deep into the core of them, but drawing a spicy amount of pain from how domineering he was with them.

He kissed Lark, his tongue pushing deeper and deeper into her mouth, seeming to demand all of the taste she’d gotten of Tracey’s pussy. Then his lips were stripped away from hers and he was kissing Candy, sharing the flavor of Tracey’s orgasm. Then, even more abruptly, his hands were in their hair, jerking their heads back like a pair of dogs on leads.

He forced their faces together and they didn’t think, only obeyed. Each kissing, licking, tasting the succulent lips of the other woman like it was their heartfelt desire. Their submission to Batman quickly took hold. Both were delicious to each other.

Candy worked her mouth down Lark’s swanlike neck, over her graceful shoulder to the firm flesh of her bust. She hummed as her hot mouth fervently sampled the satin-smooth cleavage, her hands going to Lark’s goddess-like body to gently squeeze more of the enticing skin her mouth was already enjoying.

“It’s too bad,” Batman said, his implied criticism not managing to break them apart. “Together, you might’ve stood a chance against me. But now you’re outnumbered—Candy.”

Suddenly he shoved himself into Candy’s wet channel, his battering ram shaft buried in a nubile body that could only twist and writhe in response. It was iron-hard and seemingly as thick as her pussy itself, driving deep inside of the panting vixen—already dealing with Lark’s thrashing body against hers.

Batman’s face became a grimace of enjoyment. “It’s as good being in your pussy as it is being in your mouth.”

“I’m hot for your prick everywhere, Bats! It has to feel as good for me as it does for you!”

Before he burst inside her, Bruce slipped back and entered Lark next. Candy still pressed herself to him, within the straitjacket of the tangled cape that imprisoned both women. She acted like she was still being fucked, even without Batman inside of her.

“It felt so good inside my cunt! Was it hot enough for you, Batman? Did you like how juicy it was?”

Batman didn’t answer, except with the same kind of wolfish kiss he had given Lark. Candy orgasmed, even with his cock currently fucking her girlfriend, her juices showering his leg.

Her eyes rolled up, but Bruce wasn’t done with her. He spun Candy around, the cape holding her firmly in place, and entered her from behind. For the moment, Lark had to settle for his gloved hand down in her pubic hair, keeping her in a steady state of coitus she knew she would need his prick to complete.

For what seemed like hours, Batman took turns with both the titillated women, first one mounting his lengthy erection and then the other. Each of them brought him closer to orgasm, but none could manage to finish him off. There was always more passion for him to visit on their twisting, gyrating bodies.

Soon, it was only the cape that held them up while they wandered from one climax to another, forced to an almost unbearable extreme of pleasure by this never-ending rut.

By now, Tracey had regained consciousness. There was no way to sleep through all the noise her fellow gun molls were making. She ran her fingers over her cum-soaked face and sipped dreamily from her fingertips.

“Batman, when’s it going to be my turn again?”

Candy and Lark were so worked up that he might as well have been fucking them both at once. They didn’t notice Tracey’s words, but Batman did.

“Think you taste sweet enough for me?” he asked her.

Tracey shuddered. “Ohhh, ask me that again. Say what you’re going to do to me… to my cunt… I know it’ll sound so nice!”

Batman smiled. He thought that on some level, Lark and Candy knew their friend was about to join in on the fun—their moans were even louder than before.