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Clayed In The Face update
🕑 Added 2023-07-14 14:59:01 +0000 UTCA chill ran through Selina at the sight of Dick’s face. She’d never seen him quite as he was now: his hair disheveled, his face beaming with sweat, a wild gleam in his eyes. He stared at her like a hunter would look at a deer as he took aim.
“Time to do something about this hard cock of mine,” Dick said. “And since you’re the biggest cocktease in Gotham, it’s only fitting that you finally deliver the goods!”
“Don’t you dare, motherfucker!” Selina spat. “I’ll fucking kill you!”
Clayface’s three puppets gathered up the well-used Barbara and chained her up again. They left her hanging there, moaning dismally, cum running from her slack mouth like blood from a wound. Then they surrounded Selina’s naked body. Six sets of eyes caressed her breasts and pussy.
“I’ll get you for this!” Selina threatened, though her voice quailed—she knew her words carried no weight with Clayface. Even if she managed to summon up her usual confidence, it wouldn’t impact him at all.
Though she cursed herself for her own weakness, Selina dragged her legs up in an attempt to cover her chest and womanhood. She managed it, though the effort of maintaining such an unwieldy position when her body had already been through so much taxed her immediately.
She sweated and ached and was still a piece of meat hanging there for them to peruse.
Dick reached up past her elbows. “Hope this does something for your self-esteem, kitty—even if you do manage to get back at me… fucking you will have been worth it!”
Bruce’s strong arms clamped around her waist, taking some of the weight from her arms. Dick undid one manacle, then the other, and she slumped down into Bruce’s embrace.
Her toes never touched the ground; she was carried over to the same platform where Barbara had been despoiled. Her leg brushing against Bruce’s thick manhood, feeling the hardness Clayface would use to humiliate her.
Selina was dropped onto her naked ass. Instinctively she made a rush for the exit, clawing on all fours to get to her feet while outdistancing Bruce. He stepped on her before she could make it into a run. His foot on her back, holding her down against the floor.
Selina quivered. The weight on her spine made her breath come slowly, even with him not really pressing down. She craned her neck, managing to see up the tower of Bruce’s leg to that hardened erection.
Bruce crouched down low enough that she could see his sadistic grin. There was no sympathy for her in his expression.
She told herself it was Clayface. She knew it was Clayface. But it was exactly like she was looking at Bruce—only with something in his expression that she had never seen before. The true man that had come out of hiding, having bided his time until he had her at his mercy.
“I know how cats hate being dirty,” Bruce said, grinding his heel into her back. “So before I shove my cock up inside you, I’m going to let you clean it off.”
Selina tried to wiggle away, but she couldn’t. Bruce’s foot held her so tightly to the ground that she couldn’t pry herself free without leaving a layer of skin behind.
And now Ra’s dropped to his knees, his fingers coiling on Selina’s ankles to prevent her from moving them an inch.
Dick crouched by her upper body. His half-hard cock hung right next to Selina’s face. “Don’t worry,” he told her. “I’m going to let you up.”
Bruce let go of her. The next moment, Dick was holding Selina, whirling her onto her back. He straddled her chest, his weight settling on her breasts to crush them down to her torso. His lengthy erection flew out over her next and chin to land on her sealed lips.
This close, Selina saw the old cum clinging to his glans, the glossy wetness from where he’d been inside a cunt. Loaded balls dropped onto the curves of her cleavage; his pubic hair tickled her chin. Then Ra’s lifted her legs, opened them, and she felt his hairy thighs pushing into her lap.
Selina gasped at the feel of Ra’s’s cockhead forcing its way into her womanhood. “AHHH!” she cried, feeling the first girthy inches invade her—gliding in on an arousal she never would’ve admitted to, that she could never confess she was thankful for.
As she cried out, Dick rammed himself into her open mouth. And just like that, she’d lost two of her holes to Clayface’s ravaging. She went from holding out a vague hope of being rescued in the nick of time to suddenly being ravished beyond belief.
“How do you like two cocks at once?” Clayface laughed, his deep voice coming from all three of his duplicates. “You never seem to want Batman’s, so maybe you were holding out for two or three!”
Selina could not let herself feel pleasure. It didn’t enter into her overwhelmed mind. All she could feel was horror. An almost awestruck feeling at what she was experiencing—the knowledge that what she’d seen Barbara so pathetically receive was now happening to her.
More inches of forceful cock drove inside her, stretching and pulling at both cunt and throat at once. The walls of her pussy felt like they’d been carved from stone, stone that was now being quaked hard enough to crack with prick throbbing so hard it jolted all of her lower belly.
In her mouth, Dick’s erection pressed down hard on her tongue. She tasted a hatefully accurate rendition of Bruce’s cum and something that could only come from inside Barbara, something that could only be cunt.
But they hadn’t raped Barbara there, had they? They’d only fucked her face. Unless Selina was losing track of time—forgetting and reliving—everything a haze of violation that she wandered through. Maybe it would never end. Maybe she’d just keep experiencing all this over and over again. Her body totally used up, but her mind caught in an nonstop loop… all her intelligence turned into an unending capacity to discover the depths of this unspeakable brutality.
Then Dick’s knob jammed into her throat, making Selina gag and bringing her back to the present, or the most pressing of her memories. Spit flooded her mouth, bathing Dick’s manhood as if in acknowledgment of her status as receptacle. She could do nothing but accept what they fed her, what they fucked into her.
No, not they. Him. Clayface. It was Clayface’s prick between her legs, stirring her sex with its friction, slipping and sliding along her flowing juices as if delighting in how aroused she was at her own defilement.
Selina tried to tell herself that it was natural, a survival mechanism. Why wouldn’t her body react this way instead of being ripped and torn by their unthinking violence?
But she couldn’t excuse herself. Even a survivor like her, a vixen like her, had to be ashamed of how her cunt gushed with lubrication—how her lips wrapped around Dick’s member, the taste pounding into her tongue and delighting her senses.
“Letting me in nice and deep!” Ra’s reported, as though bragging to his friends. Selina tried to hold onto a fleeting impression of how pitiful it was, him chorusing approval from his own appendages, but then she thought of Barbara and Talia, hearing all of this. Hearing: “I think she likes having a full cunt and a mouthful of cock more than she likes being able to say no!”
Selina tried to deny it, but she was gagged by prick. It came out as just one more animal sound.
Dick pulled himself from Selina’s throat, shocking her with how his phallus dripped with lavish amounts of her saliva. “She’s enjoying herself a little too much! This is supposed to be revenge! Let’s flip her over and see how she feels about having a big cock up her ass!”
“No!” Selina shrieked, her body jerking madly at just the suggestion. She couldn’t come up with any threats—only furious denial lit up her mind.
Selina’s pussy spasmed around Ra’s’s manhood, as though trying to satisfy it with an alternate to sodomizing her… or as though it’d come alive with passion at the thought of being ass-fucked.
But either way, Ra’s pulled his erection out of her slit and joined with the others in grasping and grappling Selina, forcing her onto her belly.
“Please don’t! Please!” Selina panted, reduced to nothing more than begging to forestall her fate. “I’ll do anything!”
“You will do anything,” Clayface agreed. “Anything I want! Ha!”
Male strength forced her hips into the air. Unbreakable bonds held down her head. Her knees were made to prop her ass up and then needling fingers spread her asscheeks. In the fleshy cleft between her glutes, Selina had never been more aware of the puckered opening to her anal passage—waiting to be despoiled as it never had been before.
