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Entwined	By : harley4joker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 23714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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FOUR
“Hey!” she cried out and began to struggle against the vines. “Hey, hello! Yeesh how many times I gotta say it – threesome. Whatsamatta? Do you need it in another language? Managerie ah twah! Er… amoraye ah tray! Oh, same language – anyway, you get it, I want some action over here!”
As chirpy as she sounded, she was relieved for the opportunity to interrupt them. Her body had begun to grow cold and the vines had become very uncomfortable, her arms now numb. She was feeling lonely and neglected and after what she had witnessed was desperate for reassurance and cuddles. She wanted nothing more right then than to be inbetween them, their arms wrapped around her – just her – and their faces buried in her hair or neck.
Of course she knew them both far too well to think that’s what she would get right then and sure enough they turned their combative glares from each other and fixed her with predatory stares.
“I think the baby’s awake,” Joker said in a coddling voice that managed to be unbearably menacing. She felt a chill run down her spine as she realised all his frustrated fury would now be fixed on her – and yet she rejoiced as well to be the object of such focus. “Maybe now she’s ready to play, hmmm?”
Eagerly she nodded, and the vines slackened letting blood rush back through her pinned arms. Immediately they were flooded with unpleasant sensation, fierce pins and needles stabbing through her awakened flesh. She grimaced as her two lovers crawled over the cushions to where she lay.
“Could I be untied now, please?” she whimpered, shifting against the uncomfortable bonds and staring down at where her skin peeked, mottled red and white, through the green. “Guys?”
She raised her head and froze. They both had their gazes fixed on her and their expressions were sharpened with a gleam of unmistakable malice. Beneath those stares she was frozen, holding her breath, her heartbeat a painful pitter-patter high in her chest.
As they edged closer, Ivy slinking on hands and knees with narrowed eyes, Joker upright on his knees, the faintest sneer on his mouth, she swallowed hard against the lump in her throat and trembled.
She realised she finally had all of their attention – and she wasn’t so sure she wanted it anymore.
Although they did not speak – did not even glance at each other, they seemed to be working in tandem, their actions decided by some unspoken agreement. It unsettled her all the more.
Her stomach was churning as Ivy came up close enough to grasp hold of the end of the vines binding her, lifting it to her lips without ever taking her eyes off Harley. She kissed the tip softly and the vine’s end curled and quivered, as though delighting in its mistress’ touch. Then Ivy dipped the vine downwards, between her thighs, plunging it straight up inside of her. Harley boggled at the sight and shifted uneasily, still apprehensive as to what to expect. Then a large, strong hand was gripping her by the chin and she felt her head forcibly turned to face the Joker’s, close to her own and smiling unpleasantly. She shivered at the sight and gulped, not missing the way his eyes lit up as she did so.
He squeezed her cheeks together, pushing her lips into a pout, then abruptly let go.
Her tummy was tying itself in knots. A second later and his hands flew up. Instinctively, she flinched but the blow never came – just a length of watered silk was draped across her eyes, blotting her gaze a brilliant turquoise before it was pulled tight around her head, leaving her in darkness.
“Hey, what’s happenin’?” she asked in a quavery voice, wiggling against the vines which once again grew tight. “Now wha – mfffpft!”
Her voice was choked into silence by the swift wrapping of the vine end around her head, which effectively gagged her once more. She choked and gagged against its solid thickness, her top teeth tearing its leathery flesh so that the bitter taste of its sap touched her tongue. She heaved and sucked in great breaths through her nostrils, then became aware of a sweeter tang on the vine, overpowering its foulness; something familiar and intoxicating and intimate. She realised she had been gagged with the same length of vine that Ivy had fucked herself with and felt suddenly lifted, the pulse of her breath slowing as she calmed.
She wiggled about, oblivious to the world beyond the constraint of her blindfold, completely unaware if they were watching her or not. She drew in a long, slow breath through her nostrils and caught a scent; one that immediately made her giddy. Her Puddin’s cologne, musky with his sweat, the same smell that called to mind so many tiny instances of Him – his fury and his mirth, his hands beating her or caressing her, his smile proud and cruel.
She grew giddy; her head reeled and she felt herself tipping, though whether up or down she couldn’t say; all sense of space was distorted.
Something caught her. She moaned softly as she was cradled, aware all the more of the vulnerability of her body – her exposed breasts and bare pussy – and how it now came to life in anticipation, uncertain as to what would happen to it, what it could expect. Her nipples tingled then grew hard, her pussy muscles clenched hard with sudden, heady desire and she wanted so badly to speak or to see, to try and catch a glimpse of what they intended before they assaulted her.
Hands were moving over her body then, hands in swift, stroking movements, pausing to squeeze and pinch lustily, running everywhere, seeming like a hundred hands rather than four. She heard herself make a high whining noise as she was fondled and groped, felt herself get very wet, wanted badly to spread her legs wide and yet feared what they might do if she did. She was helpless like this, unable even to see, and they could both be so cruel. The thought of her tenderest place, lying open and exposed to them with no way for her to prevent them from taking their amusement in any way they pleased, utterly terrified her.
Yet, as one hand – she had already lost track of who it might belong to – slipped over her thighs, she found herself stiffening and preparing to be spread, only to experience an ebb of disappointment as the hand skimmed her pubis and went travelling up over the vines.
She lay very still; waiting as they pawed her, not daring to relax even a little, breathing them both in. Their mingled scents were intoxicating to her, sending her mind spinning far out into a place where tiny lights pinged in the darkness and she spasmed with each one. The feeling of their hands traversing her naked body began to steadily lull her. A wonderful sense of peace and rightness began to creep over her and slowly her tensed body began to relax. She breathed in deep again and let her head swim in the darkness.
Abruptly, she was jerked upwards and then her head rocked with a stinging slap. She choked in shock, her cheek flooded with stinging prickles and then she lost her balance, tipping upwards once more.
This time, nobody caught her. She crashed hard into the cushions, awkwardly on one pinned arm and struggled to breathe through her nose, the suddenness of it all perplexing her. She was grasped roughly then and flipped fully onto her stomach, then there was a knee in the small of her back pinning her hard into the cushions.
She kicked backwards; her feet found nothing but air. They were both of them silent, not even the slightest of giggles breaking the quiet. Her heart was hammering again and the darkness behind the Joker’s tie was suddenly confining.
The cheeks of her ass were spread and she gagged in fear before a warm wetness ran up the crevice and she realised someone was licking her. The unknown tongue repeated its passage and her sensitive asshole clenched in pleasure. The tongue drifted downwards to play about the tiny hole teasingly and once again she moaned, wiggling to shift her legs beneath her, pushing her ass up higher, inviting further exploration. The tongue licked her long and slow once more and her pussy began to tingle in yearning for similar attention.
Then sharp teeth sank into the flesh of her bottom and she cried out against her gag as the vicious pain disrupted her pleasure. Now, soft laughter did drift through the darkness to her ears and she struggled to pout against the vines.
Fingertips skimmed their way down her back, her flesh tingling as the feather light touches stirred her senses. The teeth left her bottom, leaving behind a throbbing pain, then lips kissed their way upwards, intersecting with the fingertips, light and tender kisses that had her writhing once more in enjoyment as they aroused all her tender spots.
She was spun so quickly her stomach lurched, found herself on her back once more and then there was nothing.
She lay there, taut and waiting, every muscle strained in anticipation, very still as she strained to catch some soft noise that would prepare her. But still they did nothing.
As the time stretched and the silence grew, she began to wonder… where they even still in the room? Was she lying there, alone and helpless?
Then the faintest wet touch enveloped first one nipple, and then the other and she let out a great, shuddering gasp.
Their mouths picked and pulled at her nipples softly at first, a tormenting tease that sent shivers rocketing across her skin. One mouth closed fully around her breast, sucking it in softly before letting it drag slowly out, causing her to convulse. The other steadily closed its teeth on her, dragging and pulling the tender bud between them until she longed to scream.
She was grinding her hips upwards now, her legs spread open, her pussy burning to be touched. As she was, she couldn’t even beg. All she could do was whimper.
A hand slapped, cruel and hard, with a loud smack – directly between her legs. Fiery pain ran through her pussy and she yelped and jerked upwards, causing teeth to pull painfully at her nipples. The hand no sooner slapped her than was withdrawn again only to seconds later find its mark once more. She squealed again and sobbed, squeezing her legs quick shut, the sting of the slap reverberating through her loins.
She thought she caught the sound of a stifled laugh, twisted her head in that direction only to find herself grasped by the shoulders and turned round onto her knees, her head shoved down into the cushions, weight supported on her cheek. She tried to talk, to plead to be released, ungagged, un-blindfolded – but only a series of indistinguishable noises made their way around the vines.
Long fingertips ran their way over her bottom, tripping delicately over the bite mark, which throbbed in response. Fingers delved between her legs, ran up the wetness of her slit and she thought she heard a soft snicker.
The mystery hand left her body and she quivered, wondering what would come next.
Suddenly she rocked forward as twin hands landed, one on each buttock, with all the force their wielders could muster. One cheek flared worse than the other; she realised that was her Puddin’, but Ivy scratched sharp fingernails over her stinging flesh to compensate.
Their hands lifted and she tensed, waiting. Seconds passed and still nothing. They were waiting, intent on catching her as unawares as possible. The throbbing in her bottom faded away and still nothing. She wiggled a little. Her neck was getting stiff and breathing was awkward. Her arms were numb again.
She thought she detected movement; perhaps the sound of flesh sliding against fabric. She inclined her head in the direction she thought it had come from and thought she caught a tiny moan.
Suddenly, she was crawling with paranoia. They had moved away. They weren’t interested in her anymore. They were somewhere else in the room, together. Her tormented imagination ran wild with images of their hands caressing each other’s bodies, their lips meeting hungrily, the sight of her Puddin’s hips moving rhythmically between Red’s thighs as she twined fingers in his hair and both of them laughed at her.
This whole thing had been a mistake.
Of course this was the real reason for all the tension between them, all this time. Unrecognised sexual desire, finally fulfilled. Now they’d had a taste of each other, how could she ever hold their interest again?
No, no, no. She couldn’t accept that. It wasn’t right, it couldn’t be. She gave them – gave them something, didn’t she?
She recalled the arch of Ivy’s spine as Joker brought her to orgasm, how enthusiastically he’d performed the task.
Suddenly, she was wiggling backwards, lifting her cheek from the cushions and sitting upright, swaying as she struggled to keep her balance.
Unsteadily she lurched to her feet, tipping one foot over the other before the veins tensed, holding her upright. It was no longer so dark behind the blindfold, the lids of her eyes spotting in bright colour and formless shadows. She choked in a breath, then felt the vines gagging her abruptly give and slither away, leaving her jaw aching and stiff.
She shook her head rapidly, then swayed as it knocked her off balance. The vines supported her steadily however and after a moment she snuffled and turned her head backwards and forwards, trying desperately to get her bearings.
It was no use. She had no idea in what direction she’d been turned, or how many times she’d been spun about. The room itself was nothing more than a small nook, covered from wall to wall in mattresses and cushions; a room where previous occupants had come to shoot up and nod out. Ivy had quickly seen that its walls were clustered in foliage but apart from that it was bare.
Were they still in there? Perhaps they had left. Perhaps they had decided to go somewhere they could have more privacy, to make love the way they hadn’t been able to in front of her.
Tears pricked at her eyes beneath the blindfold and she swallowed hard.
She was surrounded by silence.
She strained to catch something, anything that would give them away. There, was that a rustle of leaves? She hesitated, then took a step forward.
Her leg collapsed beneath her, feeling like rubber, and she went tipping forward only for the vines to snag, leaving her bobbing slowly up and down, struggling to get purchase once more.
In unison, they snickered laughter and her chin wobbled with humiliation even as she felt a flood of relief that they were still there. Not somewhere alone together. Still there and watching her. She finally managed to place both feet on the soft cushions, swaying dizzingly back and forth.
She swallowed, her mouth dry and her arms numb. Her fingertips felt cold. Her knees were shaking and she felt so utterly alone. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. All she wanted was for them to envelop her.
“Please,” she heard herself say softly and her voice was hoarse. “Please!”
Tears began to trickle from her eyes, soaking into the rough silk of her blindfold.
There was no answer. After a moment she gulped, turned a little in the direction where she thought the laughter had come from and began to carefully feel her way across the cushions. She shuffled each foot forward cautiously; terrified she might inexplicably find something sharp. With each step she swayed, utterly dependent on the vines to keep her standing.
She’d taken four steps when a muffled giggle broke the stillness behind her.
Heart pounding, she whirled, desperately listening, leaning forward and straining to catch them. Then, awfully, she could swear she heard the sound of skin sliding against skin, soft wet noises like two mouths kissing. Were they fucking there, in front of her?
She was crying now, struggling to keep silent – not wanting to obscure any sound that might lead her to them and not wanting them to know, even though they must, the way she twisted her mouth up to control her emotion. She wouldn’t be cowed, no she wouldn’t. She’d find them.
She drew in a deep breath and stood upright, focusing her concentration, blocking out the doubt and anxiety that churned within her, determined now to prove herself.
When she found them, she could show them. They’d forget about each other. She’d make them forget.
She breathed in and out with quick determination, squared her shoulders and took a step forward. Immediately she ran into a wall of hard flesh and came to a halt, trembling. Her nose smarted from impact and she realised it was the Joker, that he’d been standing so close by her for who knows how long and her knees wobbled as he put his slender, strong arms around her, squeezing her tight against him. She could feel every inch of his lean musculature pressed against her where the vines did not obstruct him, and the feeling was glorious. His cock pressed into her hip, still stiff and wet at the tip, and her face was mashed in close to one armpit from which the scent of him rose, the scent that clung to his tie, but stronger. She slumped against him.
From behind her then a softer pair of arms encircled her waist and even softer breasts pressed into her back, a soft groin pressing into her buttocks, perfumed hair tickling her shoulder. A smooth cheek was pressed against hers and Harley heard a strange little noise rise from her throat, suffused with longing and relief. Ivy nuzzled her and Harley rested, propped up and crushed between the two of them, suddenly delirious.
Ivy’s soft voice broke the quiet. “She’s loosing circulation.”
Joker’s regretful sigh: “Shame. She looks so cute.”
But then the vines were slackening, slithering away, leaving her finally freed. She gulped, experiencing a sudden wave of nausea and then their hands were supporting her and stroking her all over. She felt bruised beneath the tender caresses, as though her skin would be damaged by even the gentlest touch. She felt limp and weak and her knees trembled again as they peppered soft kisses over her face and neck.
A hand snared the blindfold, wrenched it up and she was blinking, even the dim-lit little room harsh against her gaze, startled by the discomfort. Her whole body ached and throbbed, Ivy’s hands kneading her arms more painful than pleasant. Her eyelids flickered rapidly as she struggled to adjust to the light, catching a glint of Joker’s red-lipped smile, a flash of Ivy’s green eyes, and then she burst into heaving sobs, letting herself flop over.
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