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Harley's Heroine Heist	By : solddate Category: DC Verse Comics > Birds Of Prey Views: 79413 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter contributed by : RubberLotus

"Give up yet, Four-Eyes?" Zee-Zee taunted between gasps, feeling the sweat dripping from her brow.
"In your dreams, Zee!" Barbie shot back, right before thrusting her ass straight backward.
The two love slaves had spent almost an entire blissful hour at the center of one of the Nest's king sized beds, with the two now playing a little game of "ass-to-ass". As they faced opposite directions on all fours, a thick red double-headed dildo joined the former heroines at the cunts, while a similarly girthed black double-header connected their assholes. The lustful ladies' egos had quickly clashed over who could pleasure the other most effectively, leading to a more than friendly competition of gleefully pounding each other into nirvana, the winner would be the woman who could make her lover pass out (or throw in the towel) first. In the process, of course, they had drawn countless orgasms out of one another. The end result being that the bed was now practically covered in sweat and love juices, not that either of the corrupted sluts minded.
"Like, can I join in now? Please?" Sugah panted as she threw another fistful of Monopoly money over the two fucking beauties. The blond bimbo then began pinching and squeezing her oversized boobs, trying to bring herself to another climax. "I've been reenacting that dumb movie for, like, ever!"
Zee-Zee rolled her eyes, but sighed in agreement. Dinah had never liked Requiem for a Dream back when she was the Black Canary, and it looked like some things never changed, even after a Harley Quinn-approved mind whammy.
"Alright, Sugah." The witch sighed, though her voice trembled as she pulled away from her sister slave and the two dildos slid out of her well lubed holes, natural and otherwise. Meanwhile, Big Sister sighed in ecstasy, letting herself fall forward onto her face so that her butt was raised high the two toys still firmly inside. Zee-Zee then slowly pulled the two plastic cocks from Bab's nicely-stretched holes, reveling the long wet sound coming from the movement and the even longer pleasured moans that came from the redhead's mouth. Raising a hand, Zee-Zee then smacked her open palm over Barbie's presented buttcheeks, before shooting a wild grin over to Sugah. "Mount up!"
XOXOXOXO
"Leaving so soon, my laughing friend?" Oswald Cobblepot queried as he watched the Joker pack up the set of fold-out television monitors. In truth, he couldn't be more glad at such a decision, but gentlemanly courtesy came first.
In response, the Joker gave a dry hmph as he finished packing. "Change of plans, my curious cockatoo. I might need you in my corner later."
That made the Penguin's eyebrow go even higher. "Indeed?" A play for gratitude from his old "friend" wasn't unheard of, but it certainly was rare. And he usually wasn't this forthcoming about it.
But that wasn't reassuring in the least. The last thing anyone in Gotham - in the world - wanted was to be indebted to the Joker. And even if the Joker wasn't setting him up for some hideously humiliating (if not dangerous) favor, then...
"Joker..." the rotund businessman said softly. "Just what are you up against?"
There was a thirty-second silence before the Joker answered. When he did, his voice was surprisingly soft.
"I don't know. But there's a storm coming, Ozzie, and I do hope you've got an umbrella big enough to cover both of us."
The wisecrack was lame - even by the Joker's usual standards - but something in the tone made a shiver creep up the Penguin's spine. Insane and sadistic as he was, the Joker was an intelligent man. All too often, he spotted threads and made predictions that normal men couldn't dream of - intuition that even the Batman had trouble dealing with.
Was the Joker scared?
"T-T-F-N, Pengers," the Clown Prince of Crime said with a casual wave, before opening the only door in the panic room and strolling out.
XOXOXOXO
"This is stupid," Waylon Jones, AKA Killer Croc, muttered as he tried to fight off a yawn. "We've been watching that damn apartment for three hours!"
"And we'll keep watching it for another ten, if the situation calls for it," his companion replied. The man's voice was cold and methodical, but there was just the slightest hint of boundless anger boiling beneath the surface.
"I still don't get why we can't go in and wait for her there," Croc scowled, crossing his arms. "I'm starving!"
"You've eaten a half-dozen stray animals and Lord knows how much discarded junk food since we settle down here. I think you'll manage," said the other man, adjusting his top hat and checking his guns for the umpteenth time. Couldn't be too careful, after all.
"Snob," Croc muttered as he turned his eyes back on the apartment across the street. "How do we even know the Cat-Lady lives here anymore? From what I hear, she's got twenty hidey-holes spread across this town!"
"I trust that our employer has given us the correct information. If anyone could keep track of this city's most elusive criminals, it would be him. That other man notwithstanding."
"Fine, fine," Croc said. "Whatever you say, Tally Mark."
This time, it was his companion's turn to scowl. "That's Tally Man, reptile."
XOXOXOXO
Deep within the depths of Harley Quinn's hideout, a certain former super heroine was doing her very best to not lose her mind. Well, what was left of it, anyways. It wasn't easy.
In fact, it was downright agonizing.
"Let's try this again, Katie," Harley tittered as she playfully flicked the brainwashed vigilante's flat tummy through the skintight black suit. "What is my favorite ice cream flavor?"
"I-I forgot, Mistress!" Kate wailed pathetically, tugging at the chains holding her gloved hands above her head. "Please, please just let me cum!"
"Nope," Harley said matter-of-factly. "This is for your own good, Katie. My #1 fangirl has to know EVERYTHING about me, from my birthday to my three sizes to my favorite episode of Tiny Toons." Clicking on the candy cane style vibrator in her hand, Harley lowered it to her own crotch and pressed it to the already wet fabric of her suit. "Well, since you got ANOTHER one wrong, you hafta watch me jill off AGAIN!" The madwoman berated before letting out a satisfied moan. "Mmmm-- Remember, I'm doing this outta love, Katie!"
Kate whimpered, feeling her juices pooling in the crotch of her costume. Her Mistress had been at this for the past hour: the delightfully sexy madwoman would quiz her on some factoid about herself, and if Kate got it right, she would get some nice "private time" with the special candy cane-patterned vibrator, but if she got it wrong, then Harley would get that precious private time and Kate would have to watch every damn second! Unfortunately for the broken woman, Harley seemed to take pleasure in throwing out the most obscure and downright bizarre questions imaginable, and the crazed dominatrix seemed to enjoy Kate's reaction to watching her even more. So, as of right now and despite the fact Harley had claimed she'd gotten the decorated vibe just for her #1 girl, Kate had only managed to "earn" herself three climaxes while Harley's ninth was imminent.
It was downright maddening! It was just impossible for unmasked Batwoman to even think straight when she was so hot and horny from watching her Mistress' perfect body squirm and spasm in orgasm. Kate would have gladly sold her soul to be free of her bonds and able to ram that humming candy cane into her soaked pussy.
"C'mon, Katie," Harley said encouragingly, having found her release and switched the toy off. Leaning in close to the helpless heroine, the madwoman giggled evilly, "I'll give ya another hint. It starts with a B."
"Uh..." Kate licked her lips, trying to force her lust-addled mind to concentrate and not focus on Harley's own puckered mouth. "Boysenberry?"
Harley's eyes suddenly flashed blue fire. The madwoman's pretty lips twisted into a snarl. "Boysenberry!? BOYS-ENBERRY!? I dunno if you were paying attention the last couple 'a hours, Katie, but this little party is girls only! No Y-chromosomes allowed!"
Kate immediately shrunk back as best she could, terrified at seeing her idol so angered. And by her, no less!
"I-I'm sorry, Mistress! P-please forgive me...!"
The fire in Harley's eyes faded somewhat. The snarl turned into a wicked smile that, if anything, made Kate's stomach flutter even worse.
"I'll give you one more shot, Katie. If you guess it wrong..."
Harley trailed off, letting her threat hang in the air while privately enjoying the sight of the mighty Batwoman looking like she was going to piss herself. Truth be told, she actually didn't know what she would do if Kate got it wrong again, but she was sure she'd think of something...
The minutes ticked by, one-by-one. Finally, Kate opened her mouth again, hearing her heart beat louder than a jackhammer.
"I-is it..."
XOXOXOXO
"... bigger on the inside?"
"Mm?" The Kryptonian formerly known as Power Girl glanced lazily at her lover, the wicked nun known as Sister Huney, whom she had stripped down to only wearing her veil & coif. This was, of course, aside from Huney's collar and necklace, which represented the her obedience and worship of their Mistress respectively. "Guess it is."
"Just checking," Huney replied breathlessly. Slowly tracing her hand over the similarly near naked alien's toned stomach, she then ran her fingers up and down the 8-inch strap-on protruding from Power Slut's hips, still wet with unholy sister's cum.
The former Huntress was lying on her side, while her personal angel lay on her back, inside a massive stone chapel that simply did not obey the laws of conventional physics. Above, below and all around them, there were structures of devotion to their Mistress, Harley Quinn, and her perverted ideals. Carvings, statues, paintings - all depicted beautiful young women ranging from fully clothed to fully nude, from sucking face with one another to kneeling at Harley's feet and licking from her altar.
However, that was only how it looked on the inside. To anyone on the outside, it looked like nothing more than a tiny, run-down church in one of Gotham's poorer neighborhoods, adjacent to the abandoned warehouse Harley had crafted into her lair. Good for sheltering the homeless and little else.
In any case, neither of them could imagine a more beautiful, or more faithful place of worship.
"It's some kinda of magic Mistress Zee-Zee whipped up," Power Slut said after a while, sliding an arm under Huney's body in a hug. "Don't ask me how it works. Magic always gave me a headache."
"Awww," Huney cooed, gently stroking her blond lover's forehead with her free hand. "Don't worry about straining yourself, Starr. I'll kiss it all better."
Both of them knew that she would probably do a lot more than that. The two of them had entered the chapel with the intention of a few minutes of preliminary sex before Huney handed Power Slut her "reward", but those few minutes had somehow turned into two hours. Right now, Huney doubted that there was a single spot in the logic-defying chapel that they hadn't fucked on, or near.
Not that Mistress Harley would mind. Probably.
"Alright, my cute little angel," Huney said seductively, locking eyes with the busty Kryptonian as she clenched her fingers around the faux cock. "Ready for your reward?

XOXOXOXOXO

Edit/N: Just popped in to correct the paragraph spacing. Credit goes to clifford.cao, aka RubberLotusShipper, for this chapter. This is a combined version of a couple of posts he made to the original thread.
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