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Maxima's Harem	By : Victor2K Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 27735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Justice League, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story

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Content of the Story:M/F, F/F, dildo, toy, vibe, , Femdom

Subject: Superman TAS/Batman TAS/Justice League

Characters involved: Maxima/Huntress/Joker (other as special guests)

Author: Operandi (relugus@hotmail.com) and Victor2K (pigsbyvictor@hotmail.com)

CHAPTER 7: THE HUNTRESS BECOMES THE HUNTED

Helena Bertinelli scanned the night-time horizon, looking for her favourite thing in the world. Trouble.

There as, alas, not much trouble tonight. It was all so dull, so…uneventful. Helena wondered what the other girls were getting up to. Bet they are having more fun than me, but then that’s the perks of being in their special club.

Helena had always been something of an outsider; her methods met with disapproval from the stuck-up heroes at the Justice League. She certainly wouldn’t take lectures from an Amazonian and a couple of billionaires. And as for Black Canary? Well, she respected her, but she sometimes that blonde bombshell would really grind her gears. Yep, she was better off doing her own thing, making her own rules, but, it did leave her out of the loop, without the inside track on the latest adventures to be had. Times like this, she wished the Oracle was around to give her some pointers.

Looking into her binoculars, she eyed a gang of armed robbers who had just raided a bank. Her eyes lit up.

“Naughty, naughty, boys”, she whispered to herself.

Instantly, she sprung into action, bursting to life, racing across the rooftops, then leaping down onto the city streets, her cape slowing her descent so she glided onto a parked van, the very one the robbers were intending to use. They opened the doors and hauled the cash and gold into the van.

“We’re makin’ a killin’ here, Darby!”

“Quit yammering and get this swag in the van, the cops will be here soon, but it’s the Batman we should be worried about!”

“Okay, okay, I’m movin’ my ass one hundred percent, Caggy!” Darby sped up noticeably at the mere mention of Batman.

“Looks like we’re home and dry!” Caggy sighed, as he placed the final bag, about to close the doors of the van.

“Its me you should worry about, boys!”

They looked up and saw a dark-haired woman atop the van, crouching casually.

“HUNTRESS!” Darby and Caggy shouted in unison.

“Thank you, it’s always good to get a comic-book style introduction, don’t you think?” Huntress gave a wry smile, before the two men pulled out their guns and fired at Huntress, but she quickly somersaulted over them and, grabbing the wrist of one, spun him in round, twisting his arm behind his back and pulling the gun from his hands, while kicking the other’s arm and sending his gun dropping to the ground.

Huntress pinned Darby’s hands behind his back while Caggy got to his feet and swung his fist at Huntress, which she dodged with ease. “My, my, that’s no way to treat a lady! Where’s the foreplay, boys? You’ve shot your loads way to fast.”

Huntress let Darby go then delivered a high kick to his back raising him into the air before he dropped to the ground face first. Caggy tried to run for it but found himself, only to be tripped up by a wired fired from Huntress’ crossbow. He toppled to the ground like his partner in crime.

Huntress picked them up and handcuffed the pair of them, only to be sent flying by a kick from a large, muscle-bound man. Huntress tumbled along the floor, but got up quick enough to evade the swinging fist that followed.

“Ah, the token tank, every criminal team has one!”

Huntress kicked and punched back, having little effect, but dodging the muscle’s attacks. Somersaulting and cart-wheeling, her tight sexy costume leaving little to the imagination, she produced a wire from her utility belt and circled the big man, evading his attacks as she did so, then used her crossbow to winch herself up to a horizontal flag pole above, where she wrapped the wire round, doing gymnastic swings round and round the pole, which pulled the big guy up by ankles, upside down, till he was hanging from the pole.

Huntress landed upright in front of the helpless brute. “Seems you lack my skill in pole-dancing, hmm?”

Darby and Caggy got up (with some difficulty given they were both cuffed) and tried to make another escape attempt but ran straight into a shadowy, dark figure.

“BATMAN!”

“The one and only”, came the dead-pan, deep voiced reply.

Batman hauled up the two criminals by their coats and threw them in the van, slamming the door shut. “You could have come a little earlier, Mr. Bat.” Huntress remarked, more than a little irritated. “I was watching your little show, quite impressed by how you handled the tank.”

“Better than you handled Bane”, Huntress snapped back, and then regretted her words.

She could see from Bruce’s reaction that she had gone too far with that remark.

That moment of awkwardness was shattered by the sound of police sirens, and the two quickly fled to a rooftop several blocks away.

Huntress turned to Batman, “look, I’m sorry for what I said…I’ve been feeling kind of empty lately. Not much doing. I have not seen the Question in months, I’m thinking of dating that other guy, the Answer.”

Batman didn’t smile at all at that joke, but he seemed to accept her apology.

“We have important matters to discuss. I’ve lost contact with Black Canary, after she went looking for Catwoman. I found her bike at Miller Harbour, but there was no trace of her. I’m concerned that something has happened to her.”

Huntress rolled her eyes, “she can handle herself. Me and her, we worked together, but we drifted apart, you know? I don’t keep any canaries in my cages these days.”

Huntress recalled how she and Dinah had once been close friends, working together as part of the Birds of Prey, kicking ass in an all-women team. They got close, real close, but Dinah went cold on her when Helena touched her body. She felt rejected and they both looked for excuses to go back to their old rivalry, all because of “that night”. She was a little concerned for Dinah, but Helena did not want to go back to that part of her life, she was done with it.

Batman turned and looked out toward the bright moon in the sky above Gotham City. “Dinah’s not the only female heroine to disappear. We’ve lost contact with Zatanna, too. On top of that, the Joker’s goons have been spotted in various Gotham locations, he and Falconi Jnr are up to something, Riddler may be involved, too, and even I can’t do several things at once.”

“Even the great Batman?”

“Please. I need you’re help, Huntress.”

Helena admitted to herself she was worried about Dinah. It seemed like Bruce wanted her back on the team.

“Hm. Does this mean I’m back in the Justice League?”

“You know I can’t make that happen”, Bruce replied, a little weary.

“Okay…okay…I’ll do it, I’ll find the bird. I’ll expect you to repay me, you know?”

“Just find her.”

Batman fired his grapple gun and soared up into the air, swooping through the skies.

Harley crawled on all fours and followed Zatanna, still enjoying that sexy magician’s ass. Then, in front of her, she saw Catwoman leading a blonde female whose hair was in pig tails. It was Black Canary.

Selina smiled at Zatanna, then they kissed each other passionately. “Isn’t it time we shared our bitches?” Zatanna asked.

“Well, they are both in season.”

Dinah looked more than a little uneasy at the thought of getting down and dirty with the freak Harley Quinn. Even after being fucked by Catwoman and Maxima, and licking Supergirl’s smooth Kryptonian pussy, she felt like that was crossing a boundary.

When she hesitated, Catwoman struck her whip upon Dinah’s ass, clarifying the decision for her.

Black Canary crawled over behind Harley, and began to lick her crotch, just like a dog.

Zatanna grinned, “you know, Selina, its surprising the common ground we have. When it comes to these two bitches, we’re on the same side. This whole goodies and baddies thing gets in the way. I’m beginning to see things you’re way and it makes so much sense.”

Harley groaned and rocked on her hands and knees as she felt the tingling of Canary’s tongue on her clit.

“Oh my…oooh…oh billy bob fuckingtons!” Harley exclaimed.

Harley was hoping that she would finally get to cum, god, BC’s tongue was certainly capable of taking her to that point and beyond.

“Lick me you slutty bird!” Harley squealed as the slurping sounds emerged from her crotch and she felt that feminine tongue weave its way into and around her sex.

Canary was too busy licking and Harley was too busy being licked to notice Zatanna and Catwoman French kissing each other and squeezing each other’s bums.

Maxima soared through the sky, following the purple, black and white slender figure making its way down the narrows of Gotham, through the slums. Batman had not been the only one observing her fight with the criminals’ earlier. Maxima was impressed, but she wanted to see more of this Huntress before ensnaring her.

Maxima had gleaned enough from Zatanna to figure out how to approach the so-called Huntress. She knew where Huntress was heading, and had duly tipped off the criminals,, with the aid of Candace, whose connection with Rupert Thorne gave her in turn a connection to Falconi Jnr, thus enabling her to tip off the Joker. Harley would not have been pleased to be out of the loop on anything involving her beloved Joker, but Maxima did not yet trust her, after all, she had sneaked into Almerac. She needed to be sure Harley was not being the Joker’s little snitch. It was one thing for Harley to service Maxima and her harem, but quite another for her to accept non-Joker cock. Yes, she would have to do something to show she was not the Joker’s bitch, prove she’s not his, and that she serves Maxima. Given Harley’s devotion to Mr. J, that would be quite a test.

“See you later, hunted Huntress”.

Maxima opened a portal to Almerac and shot through it.

Far below, Huntress was speeding through the Gotham slums on her bike, toward a place she knew to be a Falconi mob hideout; Miller Harbour. Helena knew that Catwoman had clashed with Falconi and Thorne by beating them to the punch when it came to stealing. The Gotham bank was one such location which Thorne and Falconi had targeted before; a couple of years ago, they staged a highly covert robbery, buying off the security officers and slipping in and out quickly and efficiently. It was a masterly effort by the two crime lords. The police covered-up the incident, in fear of the damage to their reputation if the truth ever got out about the corrupt security officers and police. Even the great detective, Batman, was unaware of the heist, and did not believe men like Falconi and Thorne capable of such insidious activity. They were, after all, men who tended to rely on brute force and bullying to get their way. Besides, Batman at that time had his hands full with Poison Ivy and Two-Face.

But one man suspected the heist and the police cover-up; the Question. His obsessive attention to detail, to finding conspiracies wherever and whenever they occurred, may have irritated the other Justice League members, but they were invaluable talents when it came to finding the most secretive crimes.

The Question told Huntress much of his suspicions; she was his confidant and lover, one of the few people who listened to him, who didn’t think of him as a fruitcake. He was, to her, uniquely charming and enticing, a man of mystery and depth, a man whose talents could drive Helena to shattering orgasms. Just thinking about him made Helena wet. She had longed for him so much recently, just as she had longed for Dinah.

And then there was Batman. She was sure she was not the only woman who was frustrated at his “professionalism”. Would it hurt at all to get his bat-cock out and fuck us kinky super-heroines? Heck, even Catwoman found it hard to get to his hardness.

“God, why do I always fancy the difficult ones?, she sighed.

Was it a coincidence that Catwoman had recently been spotted near the very same bank? Odder still, Catwoman, or someone, appeared to have entered but not taken anything, a highly unusual thing to do, even given Catwoman’s eccentricity. Why sneak into a bank if you are not going to steal? Did she do it purely for the challenge?

Nope, no way she’d just do that for kicks.

Later, Catwoman was allegedly in Miller Harbour, which also happened to be Falconi’s domain. Something fishy was going on, and Dinah went there to find out.

Huntress arrived at Miller Harbour, parking her bike at an inconspicuous distance from the entrance; discreetly moving in the shadows, she used her grappling hook to overcome the high fences and made her way across the Warehouse rooftops, her silhouette only briefly visible against the pale moonlight. The sea made a pleasing sound as it lapped against the breakwater. It didn’t take long for Huntress to find an old, dilapidated Warehouse, one with light emerging from a tiny crack in its ceiling tiles, one which was so tiny it would have escaped a less sharp mind than Helena’s.

Huntress peered through the gap, and there, far beneath her, amongst wooden crates and broken palettes, she saw Falconi and Thorne sitting opposite each other, surrounded by their goons.

Using sound amplifiers in her ear piece, she was able to hear the conversation between the two men. “We need to get this stash outta here before those costumed do-gooders find out!” Falconi urged. “Of course, of course, my men are on it, we’ll send it to Yun “Cruel” Chan in China…” Falconi grunted dismissively, “Batman and his cohorts need no jurisdiction, we all know what he’ll do if he finds us out”. Thorne folded his arms, “well, Batman for one is very busy right now, and we’ve removed certain other potential troublemakers from the scene, such as the cat and the canary. As long as they are in their cages we have an ace up our sleeves.”

“Well, we’d best be hurryin’, time is money, and we’re wasting it chin-waggin’ here”, Falconi impatiently got up and ushered to his men to leave. Likewise, Thorne left with his mob, too.

Bingo!

Huntress felt a rush of excitement at having got such a ton of info to give Batman. She’d take down Thorne and Falconi herself if there weren’t so many goons, but knew the important thing was to get the info to Batman. She hadn’t felt the delight of success such as this in a long-time, and hoped she’d soon be bustin’ chops. Not that Dinah would be grateful, Helena felt the blonde always underappreciated her, never truly accepted her as an equal. Maybe I should demand a reward for my help, thought Helena, as she pondered the thought of Batman and Black Canary servicing her needs and grinned widely.

Remaining in the shadows, Huntress waited for the mob leaders and their goons to depart the Warehouse.

As Thorne and Falconi walked alongside each other towards their cars, Thorne whispered to Falconi, “that was quite the performance back there”, “not bad acting from you either, Thorne”.

The two men left, and Huntress waited a few more moments before moving across the rooftops to head out to her bike. Leaping across several warehouses, she made her way out of the harbour.

It was at that moment that a searchlight suddenly shone on Huntress, blinding her for a few vital seconds. “What the?”

When Helena regained sight she saw a large gathering of Thorne and Falconi’s men, and an even larger contingent of men dressed as clowns.

Turning to search around for an escape route, everywhere there were men closing in on her.

“No problem, think you can take me on? This is a piece of cake!”

Huntress ran towards the crowd facing her and leapt towards them, firing her grappling hook to a lamp-post and swinging herself round to change direction and head to what was her right, using the confusion to her advantage, she landed in amongst one of the crowds and, taking out her baton, somersaulted over several of them and swung the baton at their ankles, toppling them, then quickly spun round and high-kicked a clown in the face, sending him reeling into the people behind him.

There was no exit, she’d have to make one by beating her way through.

“Who wants an ass-kickin!” she yelled as she elbowed a skinny, tall attacker, and scissor kicked another, then slid under a large thug before kneeing him in the groin. She left a trail of staggering, collapsed men in her wake, fighting towards an exit, any exit.

Helena reveled in the adrenaline, the excitement, the danger, enjoying every punch and kick she dished out to these scum and lowlife. Even as she fought against terrible odds, she delighted in the violence and intensity.

She took out her crossbow and rapidly fired it at three clowns, knee-capping them. “Excuse me”, she said in mock politeness as she rushed past them, a mess of fifteen beaten men in her wake.

Another attacker, this one a gun-toting mobster, took a shot at her, hurling a wooden plank at her, the loud whoosh of its spinning echoing in her ears as it span over her head and hit another mobster.

“You guys ain’t bright, are you?” Huntress mocked as she took down yet another mobster, then high-kicked another clown for good measure.

While Huntress had been caught up in the adrenaline of the fighting she had not noticed a large fish net, held above her by men standing on the ceilings of two of the warehouses, and a group of clowns with ropes, waiting to jump down and ambush Huntress.

Suddenly, the attackers on the ground backed away from Huntress, looking fearful.

“You’ve finally got the message, boys, if you don’t want your ass kicked, don’t get in my way, hmmm?” Huntress triumphantly walked past the defeated attackers, and as she raised her grapple gun looked up and saw a large fishnet descending upon her. Helena tried to dash out of its range, but was too late, its heavy weight pushing her down as it landed upon her. Taking out a knife, she tried to cut the thick ropes, but was soon kicked to the ground by one of the clowns who had just descended. “No…no…”

“Looks like we’ve caught a big one, fishermen!”

Huntress knew that voice, that creepy, sadistic voice.

The clowns gathered round her and quickly wrapped rope around the fish-net, binding Huntress, who, as she tried to get to her feet, found her ankles had been bound.

“Black Canary provided me with those fish-nets”, the smiling, white-faced, green haired clown said, as he approached her, his slender figure as strange as it was menacing. The clowns laughed, but Huntress didn’t find it funny.

“What have you done to her?” Huntress demanded, as she struggled to escape her bonds even as more were tied round her.

“I have no idea, Hunty darling. Why should I care when I have such a delightful bird as you? Tell you the truth, hun, I always preferred you to that Canary and her big mouth. Something about your dark hair and tight ass makes this clown very smiley.”

Huntress scowled at the Joker.

His smile turned to a dark, maniacal stare, as he looked at the helpless Huntress, before turning to the crowd of mobsters and clowns.

“Well, boys, we went fishing and we caught ourselves a stupid bird. We have preyed upon a booby bird, and what fine boobies she has, hahhahaha!”

“You’ll pay for this, Joker!” Huntress said, scornfully, now laying on her side, completely trussed up, fishnet wrapped around her, ropes fastened tightly round the net.

Standing behind the Joker were Thorne and Falconi, looking ever so smug.

“If you want my opinion, I felt their performances were a little on the hammy side, compared to my subtle nuances, but hey, everyone’s a critic, eh, Hunty? Fear not, you’ll soon be performing for me, on the stage, and looking at the way you dress, I can think of plenty of uses for you.” Joker grinned broadly.

“You’ll regret this, Joker!” Huntress warned, looking somewhat ridiculous threatening while bound and totally helpless.

“Oh, don’t be such a grumpy goose, you’re going to have a ball!”

The Joker took a red ball with straps attached to it out of his pocket and, while Huntress wiggled about on the ground, forced her mouth open and stuffed the red ball in, strapping it round her head.

“Huuummmfghhffffffuuuu!”

“You know, darling, that’s the most sense you’ve talked all day”, quipped the Joker,, in mock husband tone, before kicking Huntress over to the clowns. “Haul the meat off to my lair”, he ordered, before turning to Falconi and Thorne.

“Give ‘er to us and we can have ‘er sold off to certain fine purchasers of slaves, she’ll sale for a high price, and you get a share, Mr. J”, Falconi said, dripping with sleazy menace.

“No, no…it’s not about the money, it’s about having Batman’s precious little bitches to myself. I’m not interested in your petty dealings, your mob vanity and posturing.”

“Hey, we helped you snare this dumb bitch,, we own a piece of her.”

“Boys, if you don’t accept your good fortune, they’ll be finding pieces of you in several places. Hmmm?” The Joker looked at the two gangsters with a glare of chilling evil, making them feel the ground beneath their feet feel as if it had disappeared.

Thorne and Falconi backed off. “Okay, okay, you can keep the bitch, I don’t care so long as she’s kept in a cage in your toy play-set, or whatever it is you live in.”

The Joker’s expression changed almost instantly upon the mobster’s concession.

“See, we can all get along, let’s not take things so seriously.”

The Joker and his clowns moved to their vehicles, “You wanna know where I got these cars?” he quipped, as he got into the rusty vehicle, decked out with purple and green on the inside. A dozen of his clowns had already left, in order to not be too conspicuous, many of them nursing the wounds inflicted by Huntress.

Falconi and Thorne sighed with relief once the Joker had departed with Huntress in the boot of his car.

They hated working with that nut-case, but considered it better to be on his side than against him. Besides, he’d helped them get rid of that obnoxious bitch, so it was worth it.

Black Canary’s pig-tails dangled as she licked and lapped at Harley’s pussy, sending the Joker’s sidekick into a frenzied sequence of groans and whimpers. She’d never thought that blonde bird-brain could be such a pleasure-giver. Harley raised her ass high and Dinah licked and sucked obediently. The dog charm kept Harley on all fours as Black Canary licked and licked and licked.

“Oooh godammn it that feels sooo fuckin’ good…ooooh…” Harley wailed. Dinah licked and slurped upon Quinn’s wet pussy, trailing her tongue over the lips, and circling her clit.

“Well, this sure is a fucking surprise…the blonde bimbo bird has hidden…ooooh…talents!”

Catwoman now had Zatanna against a wall, and the magician wrapped her legs around the feline adversary’s waist as they kissed and tongue-tied each other, Catwoman grabbing Zatanna’s ass and squeezing it, while Zatanna felt up Selina’s sexy bust.

The two women would not seem to be a perfect match, but, when one considered their fetish feeding costumes, perhaps it was not so odd. The magician and the cat fucking was a unique yet very arresting image.

“All this time I’ve been wanting Bat’s cock, when I should have been chasing pussy”, Zatanna said breathing heavily.

“Don’t be ashamed of that, Zatty, everyone woman wants to be nailed by the Batman. What woman would not want his big strong arms gripping her as he…” Selina paused for effect, “as he pounded her wet pussy.”

Zatanna sighed, her legs trembling, as Selina pressed Zatanna against the wall. She knew when to press her advantage, knew when to exploit an opening. “I’m very accomplished at finding openings”, the cat lady declared, in a deep, sexual voice.

Pinning the magician to the wall, Catwoman grinned as she slid her hands under Zatanna’s crotch and gripped it, then pulled Zatanna’s black leotard aside and inserted her long, pointed fingers.

“I can fuck you better than the Batman…you need a woman’s touch, a woman knows how a woman likes to be taken…let this pussy play with your pussy, Zatana.”

“Ooooh…oooh my…fuck my magic box…pleeease…” The once in-control magician found herself melting around Selina’s probing fingers.

“Catwoman takes what Catwoman wants”, Selina said, grinning as she shoved her finger up into Zatanna’s aching vagina.

“Take everything, Selina, take everything you want!” Zatanna

“I intend to”, Selina purred.

Huntress slowly regained consciousness, her eyes opening weakly as she gazed at the small room she now found herself in. She tried to move but could not; she was tightly restrained. At the end of the room, a large mirror gave Helena a visual description of her predicament.

She was bound to some sort of medical chair, her ankles strapped into stirrups, and her thighs spread embarrassingly wide, displaying her crotch. Her arms were bound behind the seat she was strapped to. She was, to her relief, still in her costume, and still wearing her mask. Whereas many of her enemies would have been eager to discover her identity, the Joker had little interest in such details, because for him that spoilt the fun. That was not a concern, what really was a concern was that the Joker was a cruel sadist.

Maybe, she was not in his clutches? Maybe she had been sold to some gangsters for a tidy sum? That didn’t figure; Big J was not motivated by money, believing that Gotham deserved a better class of criminal.

On the other hand she kind of hoped this was the Question’s doing, she’d been aching for him to do something like this to her, and believed, under his cool exterior, beat the heart of a true pervert. Well, that was what she hoped.

Another thing struck the Huntress as she looked around her surroundings; there were many pictures of the Joker; photos, bizarre, childlike sketches. Joker was a sadist, yes, but a narcissist, no. This room had all the hallmarks of fan worship, and who was Joker’s number one fan?

Harley Quinn.

Huntress felt that being in the hands of the childlike Quinn might be preferable, given Harley’s, how does one put it politely, somewhat lacking intellect.

For several minutes Helena struggled in her bonds, trying and looking for a means of escape.

“Damnit! I’m hemmed in tight!”

Then, she heard footsteps outside the door.

Her heart-rate quickened, her breath became heavy.

The door opened, and in he walked.

The Joker.

“Why, hello there, sweety…how are things?”

“Let me go, and things won’t be so bad for you”, Huntress growled.

Joker laughed loudly, in that terrible, menacing tone of his.

“Ah, threatening me, how big of you. You are powerless yet you have the cheek to threaten me…tell me, are you as dumb as you look?”

“Smarter than your little bitch!”

“Don’t be so mean about Batman, he loves being my little bitch…I can assure you its very consensual.” Joker giggled repeatedly, then moved between Huntress’ outstretched thighs, stroking his index finger along her crotch.

“Hmmm, I don’t think you want consensual with Mr. B, do you, little Huntress?” Joker slid his finger down to her labia region, finding the camel toe.

“You’ve fantasized about the Bat fucking you, ramming his big bat-cock into your bat-cave, haven’t you, Hunty?”

“No”, came the kurt reply from Huntress.

“Oooh, come on, all of you girls want to be banged by the Bat, its just natural, you want his big powerful Bat-body to pound you into next week.”

Joker then slapped Huntress’ crotch, causing her to grit her teeth to avoid making a sound.

“Why no love for me? I may seem like an asexual psychopath, but I love a good fuck, too.”

“From what I hear, Harley’s not been getting much”, Huntress replied, with a smirk.

“Harley? Her voice kind of kills the romance for me, you know. Hmmm…haven’t seen her in a while…you know where she is? You seem to know too much, maybe you and I should get to know each other better? We’re both fans of the color purple, and we both come out to play at night…we’re a match made in Arkham! Hahahaha!”

“In your dreams, Joker.”

“Dreams can come true.”

Joker strolled over to a drawer and took out a sheet of paper.

“Harley’s absence has allowed me the opportunity to snoop around in her room. I know what you’re thinking, “that’s wrong, why would a good upstanding gentlemen like Mr. J do that?” but I do love to be a nosey Nigel, and I’ve found a lot of frankly sickening love poetry dedicated to yours truly, and this list…its written in crayon…Catwoman, Black Canary, Batgirl, Zatanna, Talia, and… oh, she’s put you at the bottom, must mean she thought of you after having to think really hard.”

“Like I care”, Huntress replied, dismissively.

“It’s a birthday list…of toys Harley wants to play with…its such a shame she can’t be here to enjoy her least favourite toy, but, Mr. J likes a bit of playtime himself, heheh!”

“Well, go play with yourself, freak-boy”, Helena answered, full of disdain.

The Joker’s face turned from jovial cheerfulness to dark intent.

“I’m no freak, purple bimbo, but you’ll be one when I’m finished with you. You need to be taking this a little more seriously.” The Joker fixed Huntress with a menacing stare, but she held her steely resolve, hiding her fear.

Joker strolled over to Harley’s desk, upon which the mirror Huntress viewed herself in rested, sliding open the drawer.

“Now…ah yes…Harley’s toys…here they are…ooooh what a pervert my Harley is, so twisted, if only she were normal like me hahaha!”

Joker turned round to face Huntress, holding up a large red dildo with the Joker’s face painted on its tip, a long string of red and black balls, a ball-gag with Harley’s face painted on it, a vibrator with light-up Harley head, and a set of metallic clamps with Harley and Joker weights.

Huntress struggled to contain her fear, seeing the Joker with all these tools. Tools that could reduce even the strongest woman to a sexual mess. Part of her would have preferred conventional torture to this. She cursed Harley’s perversion. Pain she could withstand, sexual humiliation was another matter.

“What shall we start with, hmmmmm?” Joker laid out the “tools” on a table beside Huntress.

“How’s about we don’t start. That way you won’t get your ass kicked when I get free.”

“Big words, but your not Batman! Hahaha, I know, I’ll shut that dumb mouth of yours with this Harley ball-gag!”

Joker grabbed Huntress’s chin and stuffed the ball-gag into Helena’s mouth, forcing it in against the woman’s resistance, then reached round Huntress’s neck and strapped the ball-gag into place. Yet again, he gagged her.

Harley’s painted on, red, black, and white, grinning face peered out from Huntress’ gagged mouth. Joker leaned forward and kissed the ball-gag.

“See, Harley’s still here in spirit!” Joker laughed.

“MMMFGHHFFUUUFFF!!!”

“Really, birdy, I’m not interested in your views on politics, hahahaha!”

Joker picked up the vibe and slid it along Huntress’ inner thighs, then switched it on. It buzzed and sent waves of pleasure in close proximity to the super heroine’s pussy.

“Let’s see how long all that self-control, all that discipline and seriousness lasts. I don’t know how to please a lady, so bare with me, but I do know how to make a girl suffer and squirm. When they squirm…” Joker licked his lips and rolled his eyes. “When little ladies squirm, it’s the best thing ever!”

Huntress fought hard to contain her arousal, desperate not to let Joker see any loss of self-control, but her lack of sexual action recently made her more vulnerable to temptation. Damn the Question for not fucking her, and damn that po-faced Batman fro not pounding her into next week. She’d got into this mess because of Black Canary, and wondered where that bitch was.

Huntress wiggled a little, but tried to restrict her movements, which worked until Joker pressed the vibe against her purple crotch. She soon began bucking and squirming, and looked up to see the Joker grinning broadly.

“Don’t fight it, my self-righteous little vigilante…its just fun! Hahahaha!”

Outside Harley’s room, the sound of a guard being knocked to the ground could be heard. One of the Joker’s goons tried to reach for his mobile phone, but the female attacker knocked it from his hands, then sent him flying down the corridor in a flash.

Stepping into the light, the woman strides toward Harley’s room, her red tresses flowing, before stopping at the door and leaning her head against it to hear what was going on inside.

“MMMGGHUUUFFF!!”

“A darker shade of purple down there, don’t wet yourself, darling! Hahahaha!!”

“UUUNFFUUUGH! AAAAHHH!!”

“Really, at this rate I’ll have to make you wear a diaper, you big baby!”

“NUUU-HUFFFUM!

“I ought to put this up on Youtube, hahaha! You think Batman will like or dislike? Dislike I guess, he’s such a humorless sour-pants.”

“BWUUUFGGHHUUGH!”

“No one could accuse you of being a sour-pants. A wet-pants, definitely. Hahaha! Cream for Mr. J, there’s a good little heroine!”

“UNNNFFFGHHH!”

“I think this darker shade of purple suits you much more, don’t you think, little birdy? Hoestly…grinding those hips like that, its almost as if you want to be humiliated and used by my good self.”

“UNNNNHHH…AAAAHHHH…UNNNNGGGFFFF!!”

“I have that effect on girls, you know, so I don’t blame you, Hunty. The ladies just can’t help spreading their legs for me, I mean, look at Harley for example, once a prim, proper, nurse at Arkham Asylum, and…5 minutes with me, well, more than that but you get the picture…she’s got the hot’s for my handsome self. Admit it, Hunty, you and Batgirl wet yourselves at the mere mention of my name!”

Huntress’s hips gyrated uncontrollably, as the loud, buzzing vibe wreaked havoc on her now aching, throbbing sex. She could do nothing but groan into her gag and squirm as Joker mercilessly humbled her.

“I can imagine it, Bat’s all serious and brooding, saying (Joker impersonated Batman’s growling voice), “Joker, he’s out there right now”, and you, Canary, the Amazon, and Batgirl, are all soaking your panties at just the thought of me, and to take your mind off of the sex, you look at Mr. Serious himself, who’s about as erotic as a tub of cement. Can you imagine his face when he’s fucking you, Hunty?”

“UNNNGHHFFF!!” Huntress grunted and groaned.

Joker grinned even more than usual, then put on a ridiculously gruff voice.

“I.M BATMAN!”

“I’M BATMAN!”

“I DON’T WEAR HOCKEY PAAAAAAAANTS!”

“HE’S A CLOWWWWWNN!”

“I’M BATMAN!”

“GOTTTHHHAAAMMM! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

Joker laughed heartily, at one point almost dropping the vibrator which tormented Huntress’ crotch.

.

After ten minutes of listening, Maxima, who admitted to herself a grudging admiration and respect for the Joker’s skills, if not for his humour, then finally decided to intervene.

Joker laughed as he pressed the vibrator against Huntress’s crotch, enjoying her squirming. “This is much more fun than killing you!” He was having too much fun to see Maxima approach him from behind. Huntress was now too consumed by sexual arousal to notice anything surrounding her.

Suddenly, Joker dropped the vibe. It landed on the floor as Maxima gripped Mr. J’s narrow waist and hoisted him up.

“A red-head, wow, this is like all my fantasies come true, helloooo beautiful…” The Joker tried to flirt with the Almerian, but made little impression.

“Your show’s over, clown”, Maxima declared, eyes narrow, gaze cold.

“But, I-“ Joker tried to reply, but was interrupted by Maxima throwing him through the open door, and down the corridor, where Joker was knocked unconscious and crumpled in a heap of his beaten goons.

Huntress, trying to regain her composure, sighed with relief, believing this mysterious woman to be a rescuer. She wanted to thank this “super-heroine”, but the Harley gag made that impossible.

Maxima turned to face Huntress and approached her, standing between her wide open thighs.

Huntress tried to say “Free me”, but via the gag it came out as.

“FRUUUMAAGH!”

Maxima looked down on the captive heroine, enjoying the beautiful, wonderfully curved body laid out before her.

“FRUUUMAAAAH!!”

Instead of freeing Huntress, Maxima reached down for the vibrator and picked it up. The red-head traced her fingers over Helena’s wet crotch.

“My name is Maxima. You are wet. You need to cum. You need to cum for me.” Maxima was firmly in control, and made it very clear to Huntress that that was how things were going to be.

“FRUUUMMAAAAAH!!!” Huntress pleaded, and squirmed in her bonds, but Maxima had made her decision.

She pressed the vibe upon the damp, sodden crotch of Huntress, while picking up the “Joker dildo” with her free hand.

“Cum for Maxima…show me your gratitude.”

Maxima gripped the crotch of Huntress’s costume, and pulled it aside, exposing her pussy. “My, what a smooth and tight pussy you have, Huntress. A perfect addition to my harem.”

Huntress struggled to cope with the surprising turn of events, even as sexual pleasure consumed her. Who was this mysterious woman she had initially thought to be her rescuer? Was she an amazon from Themyscira? Or maybe an alien super-being? Either way, Huntress’s high hopes of this woman being her knight in shining armor had been dashed. Helena struggled against her bonds as Maxima inserted the large Joker dildo into her now very wet snatch.

“Mwahahahahhahaaa!!” Came the Joker’s recorded laugh as it entered Huntress’s love tunnel, slowly driven into place by Maxima’s firm hands,

Huntress felt a wave of lust overwhelm her, the aching and throbbing of her pussy becoming even more intense. She tried to fight it, tried to fight the urge, the need, to be fucked. If only Batman or the Question had bent her over and fucked her brains out she would not feel so goddamned horny.

She needed to be fucked. Would she let this woman fuck her? Of course, she did not have a choice, she was helpless. But her need to be fucked was boiling over, reaching fever pitch. She wanted to be set free…but she wanted even more…to be…she hated to admit it…she needed to be fucked.

Maxima seemed to sense Helena’s inner conflict. “Give in to your desires, Huntress, free yourself from the chains of dignity and surrender to me, give yourself to Maxima. Cum for me and discover true freedom.” Maxima took on a kind of maternal, yet aggressive tone. Her eyes had a power behind them, a kind of confidence, an Alpha Female power, which dominated the strong-willed Huntress, penetrating her.

Maxima twisted and screwed the dildo around inside the female vigilante, causing her to squirm and writhe in her chair, but did not pump her. Maxima wanted to make Huntress beg for it, need it. That, the red-haired Almerian felt, was true victory.

Helena’s will-power cracked as the arousal teased her while the denial of fucking tormented her. She was now grinding on the dildo desperately, aching to be fucked.

The purple clad heroine found it increasingly hard to care about dignity or escape, all she could think of was getting a good hard pounding.

She had so often fantasized about Batman and the Question taking her like this, capturing her and then fucking her senseless, yet here she was in just such a scenario, except her desired conqueror was a woman.

She looked up at Maxima, beautiful and glorious, so powerful, so imposing. She had that mix of the dangerous and mysterious that enabled Batman and Question to turn her panties into a rainforest. She looked up at her rescuer/captor with growing admiration.

Maxima leaned over and removed the ball-gag, while still twisting the dildo inside Huntress.

And what did Huntress say when Maxima allowed her to speak? Did she ask to be freed? Did she scorn Maxima? Did she curse and shout?

No.

“Fuuuck me, fuck me…please fuck me!” Huntress sounded like a little girl begging for food.

Even to Maxima, this was quite a novel thing to hear. Huntress had such an outward image of resolve and pride, yet here was the mighty heroine, begging to be fucked, begging to be taken by the Almerian woman.

“You will cum for me, then you will come with me to Almerac, is that understood?”

Huntress hesitated, until Maxima clarified the choice.

“If you don’t agree to my terms, no fucking, and I’ll leave you here to stew in your own wet slutty juices, easy prey for the Joker’s goons. What will it be?” Maxima twisted the dildo slowly, then pushed it forward and back once, to tease Huntress.

“Ooooh…yes…yes…I’ll…do what you want…just…please, please, fuck me…oooh god, please fuck me…”

“I prefer to be called Goddess”, Maxima smiled, and began pumping the vigilante vigorously.

In and out, in and out, over and over, harder with each thrust, Huntress screamed and grunted at every sweet stab into her pussy, and whimpered as Maxima tore open her costume top and licked her nipples.

“Ooooh fuuuckkk…unnngh…ooooh…FUUUUCCCCK!!!!”

With her tongue skillfully swirling around Helena’s nipples, Maxima reactivated the vibe and pressed it over the crime-fighter’s clit, adding to the sexual storm engulfing her. Thrusting the dildo in and out rapidly, Maxima was soon pounding Huntress as hard as she had imagined Batman ramming her.

“Cum”, Maxima ordered, as she rammed the dildo into Huntress, whose spread legs convulsed and wailed. Huntress exploded, seemingly at Maxima’s behest, squirting juices out of her pussy and screaming in sexual ecstasy.

“AAAAAARRRHHHH….FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!”

Huntress came.

She came harder than she had ever done in her life, even harder than the time Question rammed her over the bonnet of his car. Slumping in her bonds, limp and exhausted, Huntress sighed.

Maxima kept the dildo wedged inside the vigilante, and petted her hair, running her fingers through her tresses.

“I want to…I want to be fucked again, please…” Helena begged, her pussy still throbbing, still needing more.

“If that’s what you want. Come with me to Almerac”, Maxima replied, knowing Huntress was in no position to say no.

“Yes…yes…I want to be part of your harem…I want to be yours…”

“That is the fate of all I choose.” Maxima stated, as she freed Huntress from her bondage, ripping the manacles off with her bare hands.

“Thank you for…rescuing me…and freeing me…” Huntress whimpered, as she stood up, still dizzy her throbbing pussy still aching for more.

Maxima picked up the purple vigilante, whose tits were exposed and her crotch open, with a dildo sticking out; a sculpt of the Joker’s head protruded from her still dripping pussy. Hauling the crime-fighter over her shoulder, ass high, Maxima flew down the corridors and soared up through the hole in the Joker’s hideout she had punched.

Gotham City rapidly descended from view, as Helena was whisked away to a new world. A world of sexual depravity and adventure.

Flying high into the air, her new addition to her collection now acquired, Maxima opened the portal to Almerac, and passed through it.

Hours later, the Joker regained consciousness. Stumbling into Harley’s room, he realized that Huntress had been taken from him.

“Why do people keep stealing MY toys!”

Joker tried to recall the mysterious woman who attacked him. It was all a blur.

“Who…who? Fuckin’ Batgirl, that’s who!”

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE HAREM PART 2

Maxima arrived back in Almerac with the still horny Huntress slung over her shoulder like a piece of fresh meat. Striding through the portal, she carried her latest catch into what had now become her “Harem”. The lush, large beds, the stools and chairs, all furnished with silver and gold, were dotted around the large premises, and in the distance could be heard the sweet sound of orgasmic moans and sighs. This place, once an empty realm, had become, for Maxima, like a giant toybox, filled with delights, and those delights in turn being filled on a regular basis.

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Harley stepped through the portal, dressed in her Supergirl costume, all pure sweet blonde cuteness, a wicked grin the only thing that looked out of place.

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