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🕑 Added 2019-10-15 00:00:00 +0000 UTC
It was an interesting contrast to see Selina and Diana together. Both were strong women, to put it lightly, and beautiful—again, to put it lightly. Selina wore a little black dress of the kind any woman would buy with access to Bruce Wayne’s funds, although Bruce supposed only Selina could wear it with such élan. Diana, on the other hand, still wore her colorful armor, but came off as no less elegant or fashionable. At six foot one, she had several inches on Selina, though the cat burglar was by no means short.
The contrast continued from there. Both had a caramel tinge to their skin, both were muscular, though Selina looked like a yoga instructor in comparison to Diana’s powerhouse muscles, and both had bold black hair: Selina’s cut short, Diana’s long and flowing. They even wore similar expressions at being told about Harley. Both were passionate, dedicated, but there was an underlying sense of amusement to both of them, like they had the same dark sense of humor.
“Batman, World’s Greatest Detective, cut in half by mental patient with an axe who snuck up behind him,” Selina said in Lois Lane tones.
“Can’t say it doesn’t make a certain amount of sense,” Diana replied.
“There is the fact that Harley probably has a couple pints of his cum in her right now,” Selina said casually, which almost made Diana blush, she appeared so flustered. “I think that takes it into ‘Headless Body Found In Topless Bar’ territory.”
Bruce crossed his arms. “If you’re done being funny?”
“Never,” Selina retorted.
“I think what Selina means is—“ Diana began, with a warning hand laid on Selina’s shoulder, “what is it you want us to do?”
“Tell you what you already know?” Selina asked. “Harley’s a friend—kinda—but let’s face it, she goes back to the Joker as a when, not an if. And if he finds out who you are… Well, it’s been nice knowing you, but I might vacation in Aspen for a bit.”
“You don’t mean that,” Diana chided.
“She doesn’t,” Bruce confirmed. “But let her think so.”
Selina was unamused. Even if she wouldn’t head for the hills, she liked having the option—and not having that option mocked. And here she’d thought Bruce not having a sense of humor was a bad thing. “Since we’re not going to get the Martian Manhunter to go into her head and replace that little factoid with more My Little Pony…”
“We’re not,” Bruce said emphatically.
“Okay then. Shove her in the Phantom Zone and be done with it. She can blab about your secret all she wants as soon as she learns Kryptese.”
“You can’t think of a less cynical solution?” Diana asked.
“Look, let’s grant that I’m a bitch. Harvey Dent, I get, he got half his face blown off and turned evil. Harley talked to the Joker for a few hours and started trying to blow up Gotham. She didn’t get seduced by the Dark Side so much as jump off the high board into it.”
“You two are some of the most experienced dominatrices on the planet,” Bruce said. “She’s a born submissive. You don’t think there’s a less extreme solution?”
Selina considered it. “Where’s Ivy?”
“She said she ‘can’t talk to Harl when she gets like this,’” Bruce answered.
“On a flight to the Amazon to oversee reforestation,” Diana continued.
“That makes things a little easier,” Selina mused. “I’d be lying if I said the thought of really breaking Harley into being a more productive member of society—or at least less annoying—had never crossed my mind. But there never seemed much point to it. I, at least, know not to stick my dick in crazy.”
“That’s unhelpful,” Diana told her firmly.
Selina looked on the verge of backtalking her, but thought better of it. “Okay, helpfully, if we break her, we’ll need to do a full-court press. If she misbehaves, no rewarding her with spankings or a buttfuck. Because that’s what it is. A reward.”
Diana’s eyebrow was raised. “Bruce, you terror…”
“It seemed effective at the time,” Bruce said unapologetically.
“Yeah, well, she gets off on it,” Selina said, voice brutal. “The Joker broke her, so we need to break her again. Like you have to break a bone if it heals wrong. That doesn’t mean a little choking and wearing studded leather. We’re going to have to wipe her clean.” She eyed Diana. “You okay with that, Princess?”
Diana crossed her arms. “I doubt your methods would qualify as anything more than an afternoon’s delight on Paradise Island.”
“Really? I’ll have to visit sometime.”
***
Bruce opened the door to the bedroom he’d locked Harley in after knocking her out. After the dose he’d given her, she should’ve been out for hours, but between Ivy’s drugs and some innate craziness of her own, she came out fully conscious, howling like a spider monkey.
Diana had reflexes that put even Bruce to shame. Her hand lashed out, catching both of Harley’s pigtails in a single bolt of motion and holding the girl by them so that Harley was brought up short like a barking Yorkie reaching the end of its leash.
In a moment, Harley’s flailing limbs and contorted face became placid, as bland and inoffensive as a morning show host. “Oh, hey Wonder Woman. Did ya know Bruce Wayne is Batman? Maybe we could talk about it over some drinks. Whaddaya say?”
Diana scowled at her. “The lesbian act isn’t cute anymore.”
Selina grabbed Harley by the chin and twisted her neck to put them face to face. “Bad news, Harl. Since you’re too stupid to be a pampered housewife, you’re getting a demotion to sex slave. And not just for Bruce. All of Wayne Manor is going to pass you around. Maybe you’ll get lucky and Power Girl will have a sleepover. I know what a big fan you are of her.”
“Bullshit!” Harley spat. “You can’t do that to me! You’ll go to jail if you rape me!”
“Just wait,” Selina retorted softly, tapping a finger on her chin. “You’ll beg for everything that happens to you.”
Harley stuck her tongue out at her. Bruce took her from Diana, forcing her hands tightly behind her back in an experienced full nelson. When Harley tried to resist, Bruce simply lifted her off her feet and carried her.
“Fuck you, Batman! Let me go! Let me go!” Harley cried, struggling against Bruce as he forced her to the room Diana and Selina had prepared for her.
Bruce managed a tight-lipped smile as Harley broke into sobs, throwing herself around in his grip, managing only to make her modest breasts heave about on her chest. He recognized this act from Harley’s arrests. She had as many tricks as a spoiled child.
“See?” he taunted her. “You’re begging already.”
The room wasn’t much of a dungeon, just a simple sitting room that Diana had cleared of all furniture. Selina had contributed some of her ‘souvenirs’ to the décor: even as Bruce forced Harley inside, Selina was picking up a posture collar and a whip. A dildo already laid on the ground, its suction cup base keeping it upright.
“On her knees,” Selina instructed, and Bruce forced Harley down. “Since you’re a sex slave now, Harley, you’re going to be doing a lot of fucking and sucking. Time to get you ready for that. So your first lesson is this: when you’re not following orders, you’re going to be sucking. And if there isn’t anyone to suck, you practice on this.” Selina tapped the dildo with her toe. “Go on now. Get to work.”
“Fuck you, Selina! You always were a traitor! Me and Red, we shoulda…”
Bruce shoved Harley down and forward, until her blabbering mouth was impaled on the dildo. He held her head down on it as she hunched her hands on the floor and tried to push herself back up. Her slight body’s musculature was no match for Bruce’s bulk.
“Gkkh!” Harley gagged through her unusual gag, but the furious sound of denial wasn’t for her present circumstances. It was for Selina dangling her whip in front of Harley’s face.
This wasn’t like her usual combat weapon. This was a cat o’ nine tails, with many long, knotted strands at the end. Harley stared in horror at it before Bruce shoved her down on the dildo, then pulled her back up, then back down, Harley gagging all the while.
“One more thing,” Diana added. “Since Harley’s been a bad girl, I don’t think she should be allowed to slouch anymore.”
“Oh yes,” Selina cooed. “She’d look so much better if she stood up straight.”
Taking the posture collar in hand, Bruce forced its thick, strident leather around Harley’s neck. Like a neck brace, it held her from her shoulders to her jawline, not allowing her to move her head at all except to hold it ramrod straight. Harley struggled as fiercely as she could, but Diana was there instantaneously, holding her down as Bruce got the collar around her, strapping it so that it was tight, but Harley could still breathe—barely. Harley pulled at the collar, but was unable to stop Bruce from securing the lock that held the collar in place. Selina attached a leash to the metal ring on the back of the collar. She gave it an experimental tug.
“We’re done, Harley. Be a good girl and start sucking again, like you were told. It’ll save you a lot of trouble.”
Harley’s head moved without thinking for the dildo in the floor, then she had another of her mercurial changes—lunging suddenly at Bruce. He moved to intercept her, but Selina pulled back on the leash first. Harley came to a stop, her feet slipping out from under her so she landed on her back heavily. Bruce put a foot between her breasts, holding her down even as she slapped at his leg. A little applied weight and she was gasping for breath.
“I guess she doesn’t want to suck,” Bruce said. “Let’s give her something else to do.”
Diana left the room. When she came back, she bore a spanking horse on her shoulder. She hefted its hundred pounds of metal and leather with ease before setting it down in front of Harley. There were straps in the appropriate places for her wrists and ankles, with a D-ring that could be locked together with her collar.
“Bitchin’,” Selina said approvingly.
“Thank you,” Diana replied. “That’s the nice thing about living in Gotham. The sex shops really do have a wide selection.”
Harley howled as Bruce brought her closer and closer to the horse. “I’ll kill you! I’ll kill all of you and I’ll tell Mistah J about you, I’ll tell him how I killed you, no, stop it!”
But Harley felt the plush leather embrace her as she was forced down on it. She strained as hard as she could, but she couldn’t stop Selina’s pull on the leash, or Bruce weighting her down from behind. Diana didn’t even need to do anything except take hold of her foot, work it into the trap, and tie it down. Harley’s breathing quickened as Diana moved on to lash down her other leg.
“Stop it, you bitch, aren’t you worried about me killing you?” she wailed, but Diana ignored her.
Bruce didn’t. Crouching down, he held his big, callused hand against Harley’s reddened face. “Do you know what I’ll do to you if you call Diana a bitch again?” he asked.
Harley stared at his stony face from her new vantage point, being forced to bend over this strange massage table so far that her skirt rode up almost over her stockings.
“She’s a bitch!” Harley screamed.
Bruce slapped her across the face, his palm driving into her cheek so hard that she could feel the pads of his fingers rubbing against her teeth for a moment. Unthinkingly, Harley tried to reach for her painfully tingling cheek, but her hands were strapped down. Tears filled her eyes. She could imagine how she looked. Her slender legs stretched wide apart, her skirt crawling up her thighs, and her ass stuck high in the air to make it a target. Her face was correspondingly low, almost on the ground, with the locked collar holding her there. The dildo was right in front of her.
“What do you think of that, Bruce?” Selina asked, running her hands over her thighs. “Does it turn you on? It kinda turns me on. You’ve been missing out, Harley. Some nights, I used to just follow Bruce around, watch him work. It’s really gonna be a joy to watch what he does to you…”
She went to Bruce, nuzzling at his shoulder as she opened up the buttons of his shirt.
“Let’s give Harley a chance to think it over,” Selina said. “You can show me what else your pimp hand can do…”
She spread her thighs, easing her short dress up her legs, and Bruce brought his hand down on her left stocking top. Slowly, looking her in the eye, he raised his hand up to the wet crotch of her panties. Selina felt him slide his finger inside her as she opened up his buttondown, caressing his bare chest as he fingered her throbbing little pussy.
Selina was watching breathlessly, ignoring the dildo in front of her, at least until Diana grabbed her by the hair and forced her face against it. She felt her own saliva stick to her cheek. “Fuck you! Why don’t you just throw me in Arkham like you always do? Who’s gonna believe little ol’ Quinny about Gotham’s most eligible bachelor being Gotham’s battiest bat?”
Diana’s hips swayed in place, as if in anticipation, as she watched Bruce and Selina touch each other. “That would be a waste, Harley. You’re far too valuable to be thrown out like midden. Your body alone is scintillating. You just need to learn how to use it.”
Selina took up position next to Diana, leading Bruce by the cock to press in on Harley, surrounding the bound girl in a close circle. Bruce stood in the middle, his thickly erect cock sticking out from his pants like a weapon.
“See this?” Selina asked, dropping to one knee but keeping her hand working on Bruce’s massive erection. “Maybe it’s been a while since Ivy’s taken her tongue out of your pussy long enough for you to recognize one, but this is a prick. It goes inside you and gives you a real tasty treat. We’re going to show you what a woman is really supposed to do with a prick—at least, if she’s a whore like you. Here. Watch closely…”
With an appreciative groan, Selina slid her sensual lips over Bruce’s engorged cockhead. She sucked on it gently. Bruce moaned almost immediately, running his hands through Selina’s short, soft hair as his cock throbbed in her suckling mouth.
“Don’t do that for too long, Cat,” he chuckled affably. “You know how I get when you watch me.”
“Mmm, yeah,” Selina mewled, now running her soft lips down Bruce’s shaft, kissing the base, then licking gently along his throbbing length. “You get all worked up, knowing how worked up I am. Maybe I should have myself a nice swallow now—that way you’ll fuck me more later.”
Bruce gasped as she collared her lips around his knob while also rubbing her skillful fingers along his shaft. His hands fisted in her hair. “Hnng… do what you want. Now, later, I’ll fuck you as much as I can. There’s no holding back with you.”
Diana smirked as she watched Selina almost effortlessly swallow Bruce’s manhood again. “For a mortal, you certainly have experience. I wouldn’t have thought someone who hasn’t yet lived a single lifetime would be able to handle Bruce so well.”
Bruce looked at Diana crossly until Selina sucked him particularly hard on her way to pop her mouth off his glans. “I prefer when he handles me. How about it, Bruce? Bats? What would you do if I made you come all over this whore?” She glanced at Harley. “Wouldn’t that be naughty of me?”
Bruce was unable to answer as Selina’s mouth slid back over his member, taking it inch by inch. He stood, his legs apart, his hips rocking as Selina throated his heaving manhood. His fingers ran through her dark hair, only feeling it—not needing to do anything else to get her willing mouth to the root of his prick.
Harley couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Right in front of her, hanging over her head like the Sword of Damocles, Selina took Bruce’s prick deep into her gullet. Harley could actually see its outline bulging through Selina’s throat as that monstrous erection’s knob was sucked down toward her collarbone. And her hands squeezed at Bruce’s mammoth balls, as if teasingly enquiring how much he would come when the blowjob finally became too much for him.
And Harley knew. She knew Bruce would fill her stomach and spill out of her mouth and cover her face, too. He’d done it for her. Harley wondered if Selina was better able to stomach Bruce’s enormous loads, or if she’d end up drenched too—dripping a creamy white like Harley always wound up after Bruce used her as his fuckhole.
Her pussy was getting wet.
“You’re perverts!” Harley moaned. “You’re all perverts! I hope you choke on that dick!”
“Mm,” Diana said softly in her ear, “so do I. It’s always a little fun to be choked.” She pulled on Harley’s leash. “Isn’t it, Quinn?”
Harley’s ashamed arousal only grew, both in embarrassment and lust, as she watched Selina gulp and gargle, taking Bruce’s cock down around her breasts. She wondered if Selina had ever been double-teamed by Batman and Nightwing. She could give Nightwing’s cute ass a titjob as Bruce fucked her throat and it would be like their pricks were rubbing together through her slutty tits…
Harley clenched a little, watching Selina’s tongue flick out to caress Bruce’s testes, adding to the soft fondling of her hands. With her tongue on one ball and her right hand on the other, Selina took her left hand down to work her cunt, moaning with her impaled mouth, taking Bruce’s entire manhood until he was leaned back, his prick throbbing so hard that Harley could see Selina’s body shake like she was sitting on a washing machine.
“Fuck, Selina,” he moaned. “How do you do it? How are you such a whore?”
Selina only beamed up at him, eyes smiling while her mouth was stuffed with cock.
“She’s such a slut,” Diana whispered to Harley. “Just like you’re going to be.”
Bruce’s hips rolled and jerked, barely pulling his cock free from the clinging depths of Selina’s throat before he rammed it back down toward her stomach. His pace constantly increased, a process that drove Harley wild with excitement. She couldn’t look away.
“Yeah, yeahhh!” Bruce roared. “Here it comes, Selina! Here’s what I pay whores!”
Harley watched wide-eyed, unblinking, as Bruce fucked Selina’s soft mouth like a piston gone into overdrive. His big hands tightened on Selina’s skull, not letting her move one atom away from where he wanted her as his trembling manhood pounded her throat. Then Bruce pulled out, a full foot of fat cock poised in front of Selina’s face, not even counting the cockhead that was still inside her mouth as she sucked on it desperately. Her fingers ran up and down his hulking length, nearly shaken loose as his prick swelled, then jumped with a burst of cum. Bruce threw his head back, bellowing as a geyser of white-hot cum shot out of his cock.
Comments
Shendude
Seconding.
Spartans300
I'm not that big of a fan when it comes to bondage but I do love how Bruce, Seline, and Diana are working on making sure Harley doesn't shout to high heaven that Bruce Wayne is Batman.
