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Entwined	By : harley4joker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 23714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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FIVE
They drew her up between them, making little shushing noises, Joker giggling even as he petted her tangled hair. She let them lower her back onto the cushions, cradled between them in the most delightful of embraces, every soft touch against her tenderised flesh sparking waves of sensation pleasant in their soreness.
“Poor little Harley,” Joker crooned, his hands smoothing back her hair, stroking her face, then down and cupping her breasts. Ivy cooed comforting little noises and stroked her tummy, and kissed her shoulder blade.
Harley revelled in the attention, snuffling a little piteously and wiggling between them, wanting them both closer, luxuriating in the sensation of their warmth enveloping her. She knew they were laughing at her, had enjoyed tormenting her but how could she care if it meant being cuddled between them like this? Her bliss was only heightened by the anguish of only moments ago and she soared between them, her head light and adrift; her body heavy and weary.
Her Puddin’ pushed his hips against hers, his erection brushing her stomach. Ivy’s fingertips wandered over it and then she was lifting her head to peer over Harley’s shoulder.
“You know, you’re the only who hasn’t gotten off yet,” she remarked dryly, one eyebrow raised.
Joker grinned, an unmistakable glint of triumph in his eyes. “Sweetheart, why would I want to get off when the ride’s this much fun?”
Joker held Ivy’s gaze for moment, his smile smug and self-satisfied, then grasped Harley by the chin and bent his head to hers.
The kiss was fierce this time, nasty and rough and Harley did not try to respond. His teeth nipped her lips, his tongue delved deep into her mouth and his lips enveloped hers absolutely. She was merely a receptacle of the kiss and after a moment she began squirming, aroused by the attentions, by the forceful way he possessed her.
She knew Ivy was watching, in some peripheral way could feel her green gaze heavy on them, but right then her whole world was Joker – Joker’s mouth, his tongue, his spit, the way his nose rubbed against hers, the sound of his breath, the feeling of his fingertips digging into her jaw. Mindlessly, she lifted her leg, sliding it over his hip, pumping her groin towards him, her fluids beginning to flow once more.
In response he pinned her head down harder, increased the aggression of the kiss. She moaned and received it, numbly raised a hand to stroke the arm holding her down, her mouth beginning to feel swollen and bruised. Slowly, he finished the kiss, began licking at her lips, his eyes opening a crack and glimmering down at her. She thrust towards him more earnestly and he half-sneered through the licks, not letting her get close enough.
Behind her, Ivy was stroking her body, had started nipping and kissing her waist, her hip, the flesh of her bottom, her slender hands fiercely massaging her body. Harley made a little purring noise deep in her throat and wiggled about a bit. Something hard and unyielding clunked against her hip beneath the cushions and she yelped.
Joker released her chin and glanced down, a frown flickering across his brow. He delved beneath the cushions, unearthing his .22 pistol from where it had been discarded in the initial frenzy of undressing. He snickered a little and placed it on the cushions above their heads, then turned to stroke a finger down Harley’s cheek.
She smiled up at him adoringly, loving the sight of his long, lean face like this, relaxed and suffused with a sort of calm pleasure. Oh she loved it when he was wild-eyed with frantic, greedy lust as well, but when he looked like this they could stretch on for hours… which possibly they already had.
“Are you happy, baby?” he asked her and Harley felt her smile grow.
“I’m happy,” she whispered as Ivy bit into the tender skin at the place where her thigh began.
He stroked her cheek again and cocked his head to the side.
“How happy?” he wanted to know.
She stretched her arms up around him, ran her fingers gently down his back, feeling the abrasions Ivy’s nails had made earlier. “Perfectly happy.”
He inclined his head close to hers and whispered secretively: “Do you want to make me happy?”
A jolt of anxiety leapt through her. He wasn’t happy? “Of course, Puddin’” she squeaked. “I always want you to be happy!”
“Do you really mean it?” he teased her and she nodded earnestly as Ivy lifted her head to observe the childish exchange in disdain.
“Of course, Puddin’! More than anything!” she insisted plaintively.
Joker rolled his eyes back in exaggerated consideration. “Wellll – “
“Oh Harley, don’t be so gullible,” Ivy snipped and Joker turned to look at her, his lower lip protruding indignantly.
“Now, now, Pam – you can’t tell Harley what to think. She’s her own person, you know!” his voice rose on the last words into a chortle and Ivy narrowed her eyes at him.
“How can I make you happy, Puddin’?” Harley interjected keenly, liquid eyes on her boyfriend. “How can I make you both happy?”
“You want to make us both happy?” Joker enquired forcefully. “Really? Because the way you’ve been behaving anyone would think this whole performance has been just about you!”
Her heart throbbed with shame and remorse. It was true – she’d been so demanding. Her lower lip wobbled and she looked beseechingly over at Ivy who scowled, then at her Puddin’ who looked at her with wide eyes and creased brow, a disbelieving twist on his mouth.
“It’s all I want,” she quavered and blinked, bright eyes imploring his faith.
“Don’t listen to him, Harley,” Ivy was wrapping arms around her waist, glaring at Joker over her body. “I’ve been enjoying myself immensely.”
“Yes, three times at last count,” Joker said smugly. “Well done, Har – oh. Nevermind, pet,” he lifted a white hand and petted Harley’s cheek with emphasis. Harley felt her insides curl and glanced at Ivy in distress. “And speaking for myself, I’m still high – and dry too, as it happens.” He glanced down at his hard cock, slapping the back of his hand against it lightly, then chuckled.
“I’m sorry,” Harley stammered as the events of the last few hours rushed back to her – how much she had taken from them, how little she had given in return.
Ivy suddenly gripped her hard, forcibly rolling her over to face her before kissing her fiercely, her soft lips savage on Harley’s own. “Don’t apologise,” she whispered to Harley. “He’s just playing you. “
But Harley could not be soothed. Ivy always took her side against the Joker’s. She was probably lying, just to spare Harley’s feelings. Doubt gnawed at her insides, churned her stomach. She did want to make them happy – it’s what her whole life was about. But what if she couldn’t? What if she wasn’t good enough?
Ivy embraced her jealously, glared at Joker over her shoulder but Harley wiggled away to turn her face back to the Joker’s, her expression anxious and open.
“What can I do?” she begged him. “I want you both to be happy.”
He touched his finger to her lips, tapped it there playfully. “You look so malleable right now baby,” he remarked. “Pam? Don’t you think she looks very – accommodating – right now?”
Ivy scowled. “Shut up, Joker.”
Joker ignored her. “I think she’s loosened up a bit,” he continued thoughtfully. “What do you think, Harl? Feeling a little flexible?”
Her heart was fluttering once more. She realised what he meant – what he intended. He wanted them to finish what they had started, before.
Joker’s fingers raked through her hair, he bent down and nipped her.
“For me, baby…” he whispered so that Ivy couldn’t hear. But she saw him speak and gripped Harley tight by one arm.
“You don’t have to do anything, Harley,” she told her crossly and Harley quivered. “Besides,” Ivy continued in a softer, more enticing voice, “I have plenty of suggestions you’ll want to try…” Ivy traced delicate fingers down her arm, down her side and across her back, heading lower and lower. Harley blinked and Joker’s smile was not so soft now, but edged with a certain tinge of malice. He leaned in so close to her face their breath mingled and she could see every jewel-like facet of his irises, winking and shimmering at her.
“You know Ivy wants you to though, baby,” he whispered. “You remember how keen she was. She doesn’t want to ask you, sweet thing. She’s afraid to push you. But I know how much you love to be pushed. Think about how happy it’ll make her – and me. I know what you’re made of, bunny. Show Pam too, hrm?”
Harley quaked with uncertainty, staring into her Puddin’s eyes. Every fibre of her being wanted him to be happy and yet what he wanted was frightening to her. She could barely conceive such a thing, was sure her body was not built for that kind of invasion. Harley felt her breath come heavier, saw Joker’s eyes gleam with pleasure as he beheld her anxiety.
“Roll over, Harley,” Ivy purred the command. “The clown will want to join in – trust me,” and she bent over Harley’s body, her large breasts gently shifting. Joker glanced up at her with brows lifted and eyes wide.
“Oooh,” he said lasciviously. “How can I begrudge you that personality when your person is so fine?”
Ivy gave him a look of dirty disdain but he didn’t heed it, continuing to ogle her as she rose up onto her knees. When he licked his lips, Harley made up her mind.
“Ivy,” she heard herself say, her voice cooing convincingly. “I want you to – “
Ivy paused, her face still. “Want me to what, Harl?”
In response, Harley rolled forward, her leg sliding further over Joker’s hip, exposing her asshole to her friend. One side of her cheek mashed into the cushions, near the Joker’s armpit, she glanced back at Ivy through inviting eyes.
“Please, Pammie – “ she sounded sincerely wanton. “Won’t you do it for me?”
Ivy’s eyes flickered from Harley’s to the Joker’s and back again, her expression sharp and suspicious. She glanced down at Harley’s round bottom, the cheeks spread invitingly and one hand floated forward to gently stroke her. Harley shivered involuntarily.
“I don’t think – “ Ivy began but Harley interrupted her, pushing her hips backwards off the mattress towards her.
“I want you to,” she moaned and now Ivy’s hand shifted, the fingers delving to trace the sensitive hole, sending shivers coursing through Harley’s body.
Joker chuckled. “Well, Pam, by now you’ll have a bit of a challenge ahead of you.”
Ivy did not scowl in response to Joker’s comment this time. Instead, her face brightened with interest as she continued to circle Harley’s asshole with one finger, her tongue darting out to touch her bottom lip. Then she beckoned to one of her vines, induced it to slather Harley’s bottom with its sap, lubricating the way for its mistress.
The sap was warm and thick like honey and caused her asshole and the folds of her pussy to tingle pleasantly as it came in contact. Harley pressed her lips together and made a little “mmmm” and undulated her hips. As convincing as she seemed, she was beginning to question what she was doing, beginning to wonder if she was making the right decision but when she saw Ivy’s keen expression and Joker’s brilliant smile, she pushed those thoughts away.
When Ivy’s first finger slid in, the sensation was exquisite and Harley squeezed her eyes shut and exhaled heavily. Maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult.
She was distracted then by Joker’s hand gripping her hair, twisting her head around to face him. She breathed in sharply, pain like fire running across her scalp. He leered at her, eyes holding hers in thrall, some unreadable message bright within them.
Ivy’s finger was moving slowly in and out of her, exploring her, stretching her, warming her up. Her friend had her free hand pressed to the back of Harley’s neck and she felt almost soothed by it. She should stop thinking. Stop worrying. This was for them.
Ivy startled her then by sliding a second finger into her ass, causing Harley’s back to arch in shock and her bottom to clench down hard. Already she felt uncomfortably stretched, though Ivy’s two fingers were nowhere near as thick as her Puddin’s cock. Perhaps her body was extra sensitive after his earlier assault. Perhaps she was simply exhausted. Perhaps she was just being cowardly and resisting and tears pricked her eyes at the thought.
Joker’s hand slid out of her hair, down across her cheek, over her jaw, then rested softly on her neck. The huge appendage, gently placed there against the delicate flesh in such a possessive way, conjured a feeling of sudden calm. She exhaled and her body relaxed, now accommodating Ivy’s fingers more easily. She blinked up at the Joker, and he pressed softly on her throat and she began to fill with immense excitement and love, experienced a surge of devotion. Her gaze was misted by her passion and when Joker saw it, he began to squeeze.
Harley experienced a sense of elation as her throat was steadily blocked off, the pressure on her windpipe increasing until she could no longer breathe. As her head grew light, the sensation of Ivy probing her bottom stood out in sharp relief, almost separating the two spheres of her body. Joker’s four fingers pressed firmly into one side of her neck, his strong thumb stretched across to the other. Throughout it all he stared her in the eye, drawing her into his gaze until she thought she was drowning in it, overwhelmed by what she saw there.
Instinctively she tried to breathe, and couldn’t. It didn’t frighten her; they’d played this game many times. Instead she felt a wondrous sort of elevation, her helplessness emphasised by their dual assault. Suddenly, Joker shifted closer to her, his groin pressing into hers and she felt the delightful nudging of his cock at her pussy. The constriction across her chest increased, and she felt herself grow quickly wet as he stared at her, intent and controlling. He felt the sudden flow of her fluids across the head of his cock and his lips quirked upwards in a smile. Then he pushed forward and entered her fully in one swift movement, his entire length sliding into her. Harley gasped and her head rolled, the feeling of him better than she could’ve dreamed. Her inner walls had shrunk again, were tight around him and her pussy clenched rhythmically in delight at having him inside her. The force of his entrance had pushed Ivy out unexpectedly and she snapped an indignant “hey”, but a second later had resumed her ministrations.
The feeling of his cock pumping steadily within her was made all the more delicious by her head growing lighter and lighter and Ivy’s fingers, a third beginning to nudge its way in, all the more intense. The two of them now pushing inside of her so close together, steadily occupying her body, was excruciating in its intensity. It was at once uncomfortable and delightful and under the Joker’s strangulation the feelings seemed to transcend, consuming her whole body.
Her throat convulsed beneath his hand, a guttural, strangled sound was forced out and then Ivy’s voice, snappish though it seemed distant to her: “Joker, enough! She can’t breathe!”
She tried to roll her eyes back in her head, to catch Ivy’s and let her know it was okay, but Joker wouldn’t let her, his hard purple eyes holding hers in thrall.
Ivy spoke again, fierce with warning: “Joker, stop.” And the pumping of her fingers suddenly picked up vigorously though whether fuelled by her anger or in attempt to overcome what Joker was doing, Harley couldn’t say. All she knew was the fierce pounding in her ass was searing, making her feel forced open.
Joker continued to ignore Ivy, his own thrusting picking up, the battle of their violations feeling like it might rip her apart. He increased the pressure on her throat and Harley’s gaze began to spot out, blackness creeping in at the edges. Would he let her pass out?
A moment later and his mouth was covering hers, his hand loosened though it remain on her throat and then as she compulsively breathed in, he exhaled a huge breath into her lungs. She sucked it down greedily and passed it back to him. She grew delirious as they continued to breathe into each other. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes, brilliant points of light that prickled her skull. Her body prickled voluptuously, then numbed and her awareness of his thrusting, of Ivy’s probing, retreated. The sensation became distant and shallow. She opened her eyes a crack and the room careened wildly around her in rapid streaks of colour.
The Joker sat back and as Harley drew in clean breathes, the room slowed down and she could see Joker was glancing backwards, back at Ivy, with a smile that was venomously smug. Harley rolled her eyes back to see Ivy glaring hatefully at her Puddin’, lip curled in fury.
Suddenly, Joker’s hand was knocked away from her throat by something strong and slithering. A vine, commanded by Ivy, slid between them, curled in the air, then pushed its way inside Harley’s mouth.
Harley’s eyes bulged as she was forced to fellate the length of it, feeling it tickle the back of her throat so she gagged and retched. But the vine was unrelenting and Joker watched it in fascination before letting out a sharp burst of laughter.
“Ooh Pammy, surrogate in purpose only, or does it kick back into you?”
Ivy was smiling again, her eyes strange and bright on the Joker as Harley made muffled noises around the vine invading her mouth. “I guess that’s something for you to ponder next time we’re on the outside and you’re not. I can tell you this though: I have more than one of them.” And her gaze flickered down to where Joker’s cock disappeared into Harley’s body.
Joker’s eyes narrowed and his grin twisted into a scowl then he turned a glare onto Harley whose eyes rolled desperately in her head, from one to the other of them, a silent witness to their bickering and the helpless recipient of their competition. The vine pumped inside of her without pause and she snorted in desperately through her nostrils, scrabbling at its length with her hands. Harley felt a flood of humiliation rush through her at the violations.
As Joker watched her mouth being fucked, witnessed her discomfort and shock, her hands uselessly pawing at the vine, his expression softened and a smile eased up his face, eyes glazing a little.
“Well,” he said musingly, lifting a hand to encircle the thick vine, squeezing to feel its unyielding solidness. “Suppose this is kinda pretty…”
Harley gagged to hear the words.
“In fact,” Joker continued, his expression contorting into a fully-fledged leer: “I may have to thank you, Pammy, for providing an image that will surely while away a few lonely Arkham nights…”
Ivy’s next thrust was sharp and hard and Harley jerked, releasing a muffled yelp. Full sensation had flooded back into her body and now she was once again all too fully aware of their possession of her, realised she was now occupied completely, in each orifice open to them. This awareness rushed through her and she felt cowed by the knowledge, overcome by its actualisation. Every inch of her was only the webbing between these places they forced open for their pleasure and they used them exactly as it pleased them to.
Joker slapped a hand on her bottom, then pulled her forward, rolling backwards so she lay partly on top of him, giving Ivy better access at her task and affording him a better view. As he watched the vine thrust inside Harley’s mouth, he gripped both her hips and pulled her into him, his own thrusting up excitedly. In her shock at being so forcibly made to perform, she had barely noticed the introduction of Ivy’s third finger into her ass and when she did become aware of it, almost the full thickness of Joker’s cock, her bottom clenched down involuntarily and Ivy bent over to bite her shoulder.
Ivy’s fingers were grinding in her ass, back and forth, curling a little, pushing her. She had begun to reach the point where the discomfort was a curious sort of pleasure, a combination of experiencing violation, helplessness and the nerves and receptors of her body responding to the touch, coping with it. Joker’s cock felt rigid and unyielding in her pussy, pushing the thin wall that separated her two passages up higher, adhering to the ridges of Ivy’s knuckles. He thrust in and out at a steady and forceful pace, pulling himself almost entirely out each time only to slam it all the way back in, forcing her pussy to feel it absolutely, sliding against every inch of her. It was delightful and painful at once, the sort of intense combination of both sensations that was characteristic of a good fucking.
“That’s it, baby,” Joker was muttering, teeth clenched and eyes wild as he watched Harley’s mouth being fucked by the vegetation. “give Daddy a little Venus envy.”
Although the assault had been rude and distressing at first, Harley began to respond to the Joker’s evident enjoyment of it. With him mostly beneath her, she propping herself up by her hands pressed into his shoulders, her head thrust forward and her little breasts swinging back and forth, she knew she must be a rather spectacular sight. She began to move her neck backward and forward, letting her throat relax so she no longer gagged, shutting her eyes deliriously.
She felt drunk on the knowledge she was a toy for them both, that they jerked and yanked her between them like a puppet and she had no say in the matter. Soon Ivy would work her whole fist into her ass and she would be absolutely consumed. There’d be nothing left of her but these holes connected by their invasion. The thought made her shiver delightfully.
Joker and Ivy’s thrusts were in unison, his forceful and rough, hers gentle and insistent. She was deliciously alive, her body suffused with a warm glow, her sensitive holes tingling with pleasurable sensation as she was fucked in three ways. They possessed her utterly now and neither of them could ever top this with each other. No, no, no, she was really quite remarkable now. She was spectacular. She was absolutely theirs.
A sense of pride began to creep through her body and she began to push back into their dual thrusts, shuddering as the motion elicited wave after wave of bliss flickering through her loins.
Something must’ve changed in her body, some strange surrender in her muscles, because both Joker and Ivy responded to it, Joker tilting his head back and opening his mouth, Ivy suddenly thrusting faster.
“Oh Harley,” Ivy said from behind, and her voice was thick with desire. “Oh baby, you’re so good. Take it for momma.”
When Ivy’s fourth finger entered her ass, Harley felt a moment of doubt and fear tremble through her. An image leapt through her mind, unbidden, of what Ivy’s fist would look like buried inside her while Joker filled her pussy. It was at once irresistible and repugnant. She wanted to be able to do it for them, but she didn’t really want it. She was frightened. She might split. Perhaps it would break her. And yet… she wanted to give them everything.
Her body had tensed again and Joker was gripping her arms, staring up intently at her face with his teeth bared and his eyes bright and observing. He saw doubt creep through her and smiled, then pulled her down towards him.
“Taking three for the team, Harley,” he whispered cruelly into her ear, before tracing his tongue around the ridges of it. Inside her mouth the vine continued to pump, and her jaw ached unbearably. “You’re such a trooper.”
She wanted to stop. Ivy’s four fingers in her ass were too much, the sensation too intense. She couldn’t bear it. She could hardly breathe with this monster vegetation fucking her mouth. Joker’s cock felt suddenly abrasive. It was no good, she was useless. She couldn’t take it, she was pathetic.
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