Call an Architect pt. 2

It was early morning by the time you returned to what was once Ivy’s fortress of foliage, Shiva and Katana circling you, surveying the area for any threats to their newly christened pound-lord.

“Well puddin, let’s see if the ol’ Dufferini made a dent in Red’s plant mes- holy renovation, J-man!” Harley’s inner Robin came out as you all bore witness to a penthouse mini-mansion the likes of which you’ve collectively never seen. All of the vines and plant detritus has been cleared out, cut away, or even replanted at more sensible portions, allowing them to flourish in ways they never could before. Paintings of previously procured puss-havers hung over the walls, ranging from Harley to Ivy with dozens of deliberately empty frames around them, signifying the swathes of ladies you’ve yet to conquer.

“Welcome home boss!” Jenna announced as she made her grand entrance down the main staircase. She was in the same outfit as before sans shirt, so you could see her stiff nipples poking through even the thick white denim of her overalls. Upon closer inspection, you realize she’s actually riding Poison Ivy, the bimbo-botanist taking her rightful place near the bottom of the slut chain of command. “So whaddya think? Pretty swanky, eh?”

“Jenna, this is incredulous!” Harley exclaimed, pulling Ivy over to get another taste of delectable tit-milk from her ex-girlfriend current-concubine. “How’d ya pull this off? Where’d ya even get the materials?”

“Oh the materials were easy. Watch this,” Jenna explained, leaning over the floor-bound florist. She then jammed three fingers up Ivy’s unsuspecting asshole while whispering “2x4” into her ear, causing the slut to gasp and nod at the same time. Instantly, a tree juts out of the ground, and then just as instantly it recedes, leaving only a piece of wood where it once stood. “This walking hardware store can make any sized plank you could imagine with only a press of the pucker!”

“Wowie zowie!” Quinn said between deep sips of Poison Ivy’s large leaking tits, each suck on her nips causing the posey’s puss to spasm even harder. “Y’hear that Red? Turns out you’re useful for a single extra thing beyond being a bulbous fuckpillow for your master’s ultra-hung fuckpole!” Pamala nodded, taking a twisted, broken pride in her two lots in life.

“Here, lemme give youse guys the grand tour,” Jenna then tweaked Ivy’s marshmallow-sized nips in a very specific way, causing a hollowed-out log to roll up like a theme park monorail. All six of you took a seat on the softest moss-covered seats you’ve ever sat on, like easily top five, Ms. Duffy jammed those bozongas forwards, and away you went!

“First up, we have our training room,” the garage door sized window revealed Roxy Rocket, at least somewhat recovered from her previous sludge-bath, riding a mechanical bull, surrounded by many other kooky and cunty contraptions. “Here’s where your previously aquired sluts can come to hone their skills. We should always be ready to take your incredible talents, and this room’ll keep us in tip-top shape!” As you rolled away, Ms. Rocket flew off the handle, revealing an eighteen-inch dildo attached to the bull. Seems she was starting small to get ready for your meat, not that she’s earned it.

“And here we have the less interesting training room…” the architect sighed as you passed an average looking dojo, fully stocked with all the training equipment a weapon-in-progress could ask for. Looking at Jenna expectantly, she gave a weak shrug. “Look, getting Ivy to spit out building-grade wood consistently took a lot of trial-and-error, so despite the fact we came after every attempt, I needed somewhere to put all the rejects.”

This did cause Katana and Shiva to perk up however, the both of them giving you pecks on the cheek before hopping off the master-mover. “Worry not lord-of-us, we shall return to your side the moment our abilities are to the level worthy of protecting you and your enigmatic loins,” Katana plainly told you as she and her now partner took turns chopping planks in half, their womanly curves jiggling with each slice. Just as your party parted, you caught a glimpse of them using a wood wing, eventually devolving into both bushido bitches sucking on the protruding poles, thinking of you all the while. Seems there was good training to be had there after all.

You then found the computer room, and a familiar bat working at a massive 16-screen rig. Wearing nothing from the cowl down, and seemingly bouncing on a yoga ball obscured by all the routers, Barbra looked up at you and beamed. “Hi master! I’m sorry I was too konked out to officially submit into the harem back when you set me straight, but I’m making it up to you as we speak! I’m working my Oracle programs to the limit, trying to keep Batma’am from catching our progress, ‘least ‘til we’re ready to bring her into the fold~” you ask Babs where Kara is, since she and her seemed so jived at being joined at the hip. “Oh you can say that again, master~” Batgirl rose to the sky, revealing that she was actually humping Supergirl’s face, literally joined at the hip as the kryptonian’s tongue slid between the bat’s pussy and asshole at breakneck speeds. “Mmmmmnnnnhhh~ she’s been helping me keep my mind on this important work, and off your super hung, ultra virile meatslab that could easily, easily, turn me into a babbling bimbo, a form for which I could never- OOOOOOOOHHHHH~~~ th-thanks Kara, back to work!” She floated back down after declaring that, the bat-hacker returning to her computers, though bouncing even harder than before.

You all passed more rooms; bedrooms for the girls, a living room with a news-spouting tv so you’re always able to see what and who’s the hot new thang causing trouble on the streets, and eventually y’all reached the single bathroom. “Ooooh, auntie likey,” the jester awed at the suburban home pool-sized bathtub, somehow with full hot tub-style bubble and temperature controls. She hopped off your lap and slid Ivy out from under it. “See ya later, puddin! Imma turn Red into boiled cabbage and eat her the hell out~” Pamela wilted in subservitude just at the suggestion, rolling her dress up to give her mistress full access. “Be good for the build-lady! And build-lady? Be bad for my puddin ;)”

Having to walk the rest of the way, you couldn’t really focus on any more rooms as you were enchanted by Jenna’s predominant ass, each cheek sloshing back-and-forth with each step. Seems she noticed, as her gait became even slower, every few steps causing her to adjust her jeans, revealing more and more of a damp spot growing from her cooch.

“Here we are boss, The Master’s Bedroom!” Ms. Duffy revealed with a flourish, reveling in your room with soft-red painted walls, thick shag carpeting, and a bed about the size of a minivan. “Here, I’ll show my favorite feature. Have a seat and I’ll get it out.” You sat on the edge of the bed and waited with baited breath. With all you’ve seen so far, what could this architect have done to top it? Jenna moved to the center of the room and raised her hands.

Clap clap!

The lights dimmed, soft but prevalent beats bumping through the air as a circular panel rose from the ground.

Ka-thunk!

Jenna effortlessly dodged the metal pole falling to the center of the shaggy plinth before you. “Y’see boss, I needed background noise while working on this citadel of sexuality for you,” she grabbed the bar and twirled, seamlessly ending upside down, asscheeks wedged between the iron. “And turns just listening to ‘Knockout’s Guide to Poledancing for Floozies’ was all I needed to perfect the skill. Though, I guess you’ll be the judge of that~”

And so you watched, your own hardening pole in hand, as Jenna rubbed her supple young adult body against the attention-demanding dowel. The music picked up tempo, causing the architect to grind even harder, a drizzle of fem-cum drifting down stainless steel to the carpet below. Her eyes never left yours, giving you a sultry gaze to stroke even faster to, even as she somehow slipped the pole through her overalls. She strained the material, bending and sliding up and down her second-favorite shaft until-

RRRRRIIIIIIIPP~

Ms. Duffy was left in nothing but her hat and a simple pair of baby-blue panties. A wet pair to be exact, made abundantly clear as she shook her tight round butt in the air, kneeling at the edge of the platform. “So boss… I’ve built you a palace of perversion, gave all your other hotties toys to play/fuck with, and danced for you like a hooker on sweeps week. Can I please have my payment for a job well done?” You asked her what her rates are, and she pounced.

“WELL-” Jenna started as the two of you tumbled to the memory foam headboard on the far side of the bed. “I’m thinking I give you the ‘Big Dicked Big Boss’ discount package, so all it’ll cost you is this: I get to slather this rod with tongue-grease and boob-sweat ‘til it shines like tin, impale my defenseless pussy with it ‘til my eyes roll, and I become your live-in buildbunny, ready to construct whatever depraved domicile you or any of your bitches can think of, getting fucked all the while at your discretion of course. Sooooooooooo, deal?”

SPLLLLLUUUUUURRRRTTT~~~

The architect took being covered in sludge-thick nut-batter as an equivalent to a contract being signed, and dove right in towards your still hard cock. Her mouth took charge, kissing and licking your bulging bellend, while the rest of her hugged and humped the log-thick shaft. Somehow even her ass got in on the act, twerking hard onto your balls, causing them to grow beyond volleyball sizes. “Mnnhhh, yes boss yes! Fill those mixers to the max, I need you to caulk up my insides with your man-made cement! You’re the only one I trust to do the job, so build me up and knock me down~~~”

You decided to get to the main event, picking the builder up by the scruff of her neck, lining her waiting, drooling snatch up with your angry, pulsating tip, and asked her if she’s ready for her own house tour. “Yes, YES PLEASE! Ruin my pathetic vag with your fat dominant cock! I need it so ba-AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!~~” Your phallus went down easy ‘til around the twelve inch mark, where she unfortunately reached the limit of her virginal hole. Bummer.

Though Jenna more than made up for her subpar insertion rate by shoving herself up and down as fast as a jackhammer. Her hat went flying as the building bitch bucked and bronco’d all over your boisterous bulge, it getting slicker all the time by her near constant orgasm overflow. “Need! This! This! Boss! Cock! Gotta! Give! All! Fucking! Funds! To! Him! So! He’ll! Fuck! Me! Fucking! More! Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUCKK~~~!”

SSSSSSSSPLUUUURR-RAAAAAAGGGGGE~~~

“OOOOOH-UUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHH~<3<3<3”

The cummed-out constructor flew towards the high ceiling from your geyser of guy-gunk, doing fifteen flips before landing next to you, unconsciously nestling her pert body around your arm. You started to doze off as well, happy knowing you’re living in a place as depraved as this with girls to match.