Clayed In The Face update

Barbara had to admit Clayface was right. His cock was in her mouth like a fence post being dug into the earth. She had to swallow it if she wanted to breathe, but there was no swallowing something so gargantuan. And with her mouth open so wide, how could she suck in air? There was no room for it and what Clayface was feeding her.

The fecund scent of loamy earth drifted up to her nostrils. The acid taste of masculine flesh spread across her tongue. Even with Clayface’s insanely peculiar make-up, there was no mistaking that this was cock-sucking. Barbara already knew enough about fellatio to recognize that it was nothing other than a dick in her mouth.

“Ah, suck me, you little bitch!” Clayface snarled, rolling his hips to throw his cock far down her throat.

“Fuck her mouth! Ram it clear down her throat!”

Barbara’s eyes widened. That was Bruce’s voice! What was he doing here?

“Fuck her slut tonsils!” Dick hissed from somewhere out of her sight. “I want to see this bitch swallow some long, hard cock for once!”

It was Clayface. He’d made replicas of himself, impersonations of Bruce and Dick, giving Barbara the impression that they were watching her be mouth-fucked.

And, even knowing it was imposters, knowing the real Bruce and Dick would never act this way, it did succeed in making her feel whorish—making the whole situation seem even more debauched than it already was.

Barbara gagged, force-fed Clayface’s swollen manhood to the back of her throat. Every inch of his thick cock spread her jaws that much further. Tendons stretched up and down her face, her joints popping as they accommodated all Clayface was demanding she take.

Murky, warm, somehow fleshy clay plugged the narrowness of her throat. She had to pull air in through her nose to breathe at all. Saliva dripped along the sides of Clayface’s sculpted erection, running out the corners of Barbara’s mouth. Her spit was like lubricant, greasing the friction as Clayface fucked her face.

“MMPH! MPHH! MMM!” Barbara moaned, feeling Clayface’s bulging cockhead pressing into her throat, pushing past the sputtering opening, forcing her to swallow it. Again and again, as it pistoned back and forth in her mouth, her gullet… Pounding her mouth with an insistence that wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Her eyes were open wide, watching the gurgling mass of Clayface’s abdomen moving with the strokes he was giving her mouth. Her chin dropped, stretching with her jaws until it almost touched her chest. At the end of each powerful rut, she felt heavy balls splash against her throat, marking them with wet soil like she’d been playing in the rain.

“Goddamn!” Clayface spat, his body heaving back and forth like a mudslide that managed to retreat and then avalanche back down all over again. “This mouth is like a tight cunt squeezing my prick! I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a hole that was better than this bitch’s mouth!”

Barbara’s face went completely red, shame and embarrassment filling her mind the same way they flushed her features. The awful way he talked about her only put emphasis on the evil thing that was happening. She was being fucked right in the mouth and the man getting pleasure from it was the worst kind of villain.

And, even if it was a deception, Dick and Bruce were there, two of the men she admired most, even lusted after… laughing and talking about her as if she were nothing more than a piece of meat.

Even though she couldn’t see them, Barbara could feel the other women’s eyes on her—their only distraction from the pain of hanging there in their chains. Their time was coming as well, but that did nothing to cool Barbara’s shame, any more than thinking that the picture-perfect reproductions of Bruce and Dick were really Clayface’s puppets.

To have a hard prick pushed all the way down the throat while two women vastly more experienced and powerful than her watched her humiliation was far more than Barbara could stand. But she had no choice but to bear it. She tried to scream, panic running through her like water overflowing the banks of a river. But of course, Clayface’s pistoning cock only choked off her sound of distress.

“Pound it harder!” Bruce rasped lustfully. “I want to see her throat bulging out with that big dick!”

As if listening to Bruce, rather than his own creation, Clayface thrust even harder and faster into the back of Barbara’s mouth. What had been a constant pounding now became a brutal hammering. His erection grew even bigger, until every stroke verged on dislocating Barbara’s jaw.

“More!” Dick shouted, lasciviousness burning in his eyes. “Punish her! Punish that big bitchy mouth with your cum!”

Barbara swooned. Her throat was being beaten as much as fucked. The only thing clearing her mouth of saliva was the pumping of Clayface’s remorseless cock. Every time it pushed into her mouth, more drool burst from her gaping lips.

Her concern about the watching women left her. All she wanted to do was survive. Barbara’s breathing came short and ragged, blustering through her bloodied nose. Her chest screamed with lack of air. Her mind whirled between the brutality of Clayface’s oversized prick and the shortage of oxygen.

Then his cockhead ballooned. It pushed into the back of her throat as well as the roof of her mouth, her palate, even the insides of her cheeks. There it stayed, shoving hard pressure all around her mouth, while the trunk Clayface’s dick emerged from began to shake.

For a moment, Barbara quailed at the thought that he might actually be intending to jam it down into her stomach.

Clayface’s prick erupted with a tremendous load of cum. His cock shrunk, but kept pushing, nuzzling into the tightness of her throat. As more of his seething cream jetted into her mouth, Barbara swallowed it defensively. The hot, sticky jizz burst into Barbara’s mouth, swirling over her taste buds as fast as she could gulp it down.

Cum slid all the way down her esophagus to burn in her belly. Again and again, Clayface unleashed sheer liquid lush upon her and Barbara had to stomach it. There was nowhere else for it to go. Barbara swallowed what felt like a gallon of cum before the spurting slowed.

She gagged down the boiling ropes of semen, moaning now with it as deep in her tummy as if she’d been speared there with red-hot metal. But Clayface wasn’t content with how much he’d used her already. He stepped away only to be replaced by Ra’s al Ghul, naked, his massive cock at full extension.

So devoid of any weakening that it was easier to believe he, and Dick, and Bruce, and however many other incarnations Clayface summoned up really were running a train on her, instead of it being one shapeshifter with endless faces.

“My turn now,” Ra’s breathed.

***

Selina was terrified.

Her wrists were chafed from the manacles clamping down on them and her shoulders ached from holding her weight, but all that she could withstand. What really got to her was how brutally Barbara was getting fucked.

Ra’s oversized prick flew into her mouth, pumping into it so hard that her spit was jolted from her gaping lips and splashed against his groin. A grin of sadistic pleasure wrenched Ra’s face out of its handsome alignment.

What really got to Selina, even though she knew it wasn’t really him, was seeing Bruce off to the side, laughing and urging Ra’s on. It made Selina feel like her entire life had been flipped upside-down, leaving her no idea what might come next. With Clayface, anything could happen, even if it was an illusion. It sure looked real enough to Barbara!

Next to her, Talia moaned quietly, stretching her long, lissome body in an attempt to touch the floor. Selina wished she could do it too, but the floor was too far away. But that was the only difference between them. They were equally drawn to the sight playing out before them: Talia’s father fucking Barbara’s mouth as though it were their own private porn film.

Selina’s eyes shot back to Barbara. She flinched as a brutal thrust dominated Barbara’s mouth, ending far down her throat. Ra’s’s cock was like a bludgeon, swollen and powerful, and Selina shuddered at the thought of it being forced into one of her own openings.

Then, suddenly, Ra’s yelled; jamming his prick hard into Barbara’s face and not taking it out.

Selina gasped. Her own jaws ached just from watching how ferociously Barbara’s face her been ravaged. White, frothy seed poured from the sides of Barbara’s mouth and Selina realized that Ra’s was coming, coming enough to drown Barbara’s tongue in it.

She watched Barbara’s throat bob, gulping down all she could of the sticky mess Clayface was forcing her to take, but rivulets of white-hot jizz still escaped her mouth and ran down her chin. Then Ra’s came away from her, his thick member popping wetly out of Barbara’s well-used mouth.

Barbara gasped in breath, then retched, coughing as she tried to suck in enough air to catch her breath.

Bruce reached down and used his palm to smear the excess cum all over Barbara’s face. “And I thought you looked good before!” he cackled. “Nothing improves a girl’s looks like adding a little cum. Looking at you makes my cock so hard it fucking hurts!”

Ra’s sighed deeply, satisfied now, or at least pantomiming it while Clayface expressed his lust in other ways. He stepped away from Barbara, looking at Selina now. They all did.