Black Bat (Cassandra Cain)

by LesLes
Storyline Harley's Willing Wanda
Characters Batgirl III (Stephanie Brown) Black Widow Catwoman Harley Quinn Scarlet Witch Zatanna
Category Bimboization F/F Corruption Marvel and DC
Previous Chapter Harley wants her to fetch a superheroine

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After granting her mistress's latest wish Willing Wanda had wrapped her legs tight around Housecat's head, almost silencing the former Catwoman's purring. The Wanton Witch's translucent wings beat raggedly as she approached another orgasm with her wand still waving recklessly.

Realising that her pet's pussy no longer commanded her owner's attention, Housecat had found another source of relief for her own magically enflamed libido. Currently she was bent most of the way over humping backwards onto the smooth marble strap-on of a classically-carved but pornographic statue.

"Oh, delightful day! Oh, wonderful world! Oh, terrific tongue! Oh, happy whore!"

Willing Wanda thrilled as Housecat's tongue plumbed her tight wet cunt in search of her new favourite cream.

Unknown to Housecat, or her owner Harley, the statues being conjured into existence by Willing Wanda's erratic magic were of her friends or colleagues in the Avengers or others from her universe. The statue Housecat was sliding into herself was an incredible likeness of a naked Carol Danvers fingering herself beneath a strap-on. To her right a black marble statue of Storm, looking regal and commanding despite being clad in only a billowing cape, was driving a double-dildo into herself and the ass of an ecstatic Kitty Pryde doubled over and shackled by chains to the floor. To the left a trio of gorgeous women shared a messy three-way kiss. Monica Rappiccini, (Scientist Supreme of A.I.M.) and Maria Hill (deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D.) each had a hand beneath the lacy push-up bra of Pepper Potts while they cooperated to unhook the clasp at the back. For her part Pepper, her freckles picked out in glittering gold on pale marble, was returning the favor with a hand in each of their panties.

Harley's fingers squeezed empty air; when Zatanna had disappeared on her delivery errand Harley had been experimenting with honking the girl's back bumpers.

"I love surprises! First a naughty fairy, then a naked magician. But ya gotta wonder about Zee..."

Harley turned to face the two women rutting against the walls of the increasingly bizarre hideout room. About two-thirds of the room was now marble and luxurious carpets and expensive tapestries. The other third was still a threadbare hovel unchanged by the Wanton Witch's wildly waving wand. But the new room was enormously larger than the old, while still joined to the old, space warping bizarrely to make both possible. Harley was crazy enough that she quite liked the insane effect.

Harley tapped a finger thoughtfully against her black-painted lips. Then on tiptoes and with an exaggerated lope she crept over to Wanda and Housecat. The two women were far too involved in each other to notice the stealthy harlequin.

"Hey, my wickedly wanton witch," she started, her hands grabbing Willing Wanda's bouncing boobs from behind for another great big honk. It just never got old!

"Oh, mistress. I'm so happy. Especially now you're twisting my titties," Wanda giggled.

"Yeah, yeah, would ya believe I used to get complaints?"

Despite the ministrations of Housecat, Willing Wanton gave a gasp of horror at the idea. It was almost enough to make her sad, until she realised that she could fix the problem. She gripped her wand in both hands and raised it over her head to wave behind her.

"Harley Quinn is queen of gropes
Every girl reacts with delight unfeigned
When Harley seizes their cantaloupes
Even if magic their thoughts must rearrange."

Harley Quinn felt a tingle run through her whole body and into her hands as she was showered in sparkles and twinkling pink stars.

"Awwww, you're a real sweetie, Wanda. But ya gotta ask before you cast spells on mistress. Gotta punish you. So, unwrap your legs and float into the naughty corner."

Harley gave Willing Wanda a stern swat on her behind which jolted the fucking fairy higher into the air. Housecat was forced to follow, her slick pussy pulling almost off the Danvers statue's smooth stone strap-on.

Of course, Harley wasn't really mad. Well, she was crazy-mad just not angry-mad. But she needed to talk to Housecat too and the transformed Catwoman was so deep in gushing pussy she hadn't even noticed her owner's arrival. She needed to separate the live lesbian sex at least briefly. But Harley did love mind-games and letting Wanda think she was mad seemed fun.

The Willing Witch pouted briefly before beaming happily. It was no longer possible for her to be sad, especially with the prospect of mistress spanking her naughty bottom some more! She pushed herself off Housecat and floated off.

Harley frowned, a little disappointed in her equanimity, then shrugged.

Housecat's face was covered in saliva and pussy juice, her tongue extended. Without pausing she began to lick herself cleaning with a tongue as long as a cat's. Her eyes were locked on Harley's as she continued to piston slowly up and down the marble strap-on in her pussy. From her belly came a deep sensual purr.

Harley picked up the leash dangling from Housecat's neck and pulled the catgirl's tongue as far out of her mouth as it would go.

"Wowza! No wonder Wanda was having such a good time."

Harley released Housecat's tongue. Being treated like an animal, having Harley hold her leash, it sent Housecat over the edge. She drove herself hard down the carving inside her and came with a feline yowl.

"Now that I have the attention of both of you. Do either of ya know what brought my new Delivery Girl here?"

"Love?" Wanda guessed, her big breasts bouncing wildly as she threw her hands wide.

Harley turned to Housecat, the catwoman panting in a come-down as she slid herself reluctantly off the dildo to begin circling and rubbing herself against her owner.

"Mwwowwwr, I know. A spell reveals if I would tell owner Batman's secret identity. Batman is really--"

"Bad kitty! No spoilers!"

Harley pulled hard on Housecat's leash, Selina's words turned to choking as the leash around her neck strangled her. Her pussy pulsed with renewed pleasure as her newly twisted mind took sexual pleasure in the asphyxiation.

"Wanda, Housecat here used to have a crush on the Bat. The BatMAN. Let's make sure that's not a problem."

"Housecat wet pussy now reveres
Males she rubs against mutate
Busty bimbo babes their new veneers
Desires to slutty Sapphism fixate"

The wand glowed again and in a blizzard of sparkles Housecat's body filled with a little more chaos magic.

"That's actually better than I wanted. Wanda, your work on the cat means you're out of the doghouse. But I was thinkin' a more general spell to make sure you're all my loyal lessies."

Willing Wanda clapped in delight at the prospect of having her own sexuality rewritten. She didn't even know what she liked any more, but she knew she wanted to be whatever Harley wished. She spun madly, waves of stars exploding outward from her wands, as she cast her spell for her mistress.

"Every woman that Harley enslaves
Whether trickery, magic or psychology she uses
Now only breasts and cunts craves
And eagerly offers their pussy juices"

Star flying everywhere completed the transformation of the hideout's room into a palatial room of finery and beautifully carved statues.

"Ooh, classy. Like one o'them casinos in Vegas. Hey, whatabout the buildings round us?"

"Oops. I forgot to make the room as big on the outside. I can fix--"

"No, it's perfect the way it is. Ya know, Ivy would love a place this big for all her stoopid plants. Wanda, make with the magic and give my gal a treat. A bigger greenhouse stuffed with romantic flowers."

"Willing Wanda every one of her mistress's wishes grants
Romantic gifts for her girl and flowers galore
Arboretum become a grand cathedral of plants
Make this Ivy as merry as Harley's happy whore."

"Excellent. Now we just need to wait for my Delivery Girl to arrive. She only has a few minutes left on the clock... And then I'll let Housecat out to play."

* * *

"... And definitely a breathable atmosphere. And, thanks to some truly ingenious thinking by yours truly, we know there are some contaminants suggesting combustion of fossil fuels. Here's a clue to how I did it: lasers. Really small lasers."

Reed Richards looked tired on the video-screen with the soft green sky behind him, but he still managed a smile at Iron Man's egotistical joke. Tony managed a laugh too before wincing in pain from his bandaged ribs.

"That's not all, is it, Tony. You've got a bigger rabbit to pull out of your hat. Or your helmet."

"Ah, my genius is recognised! I'm not telling you how I did this one, but D.N.A." Tony enunciated each letter like it should produce applause. "Probably human, possibly chimp, definitely as close as an ape."

A little tension leaked out of Reed's face, leaving a lot behind.

"Wanda's gone somewhere we can follow. Safe's a strong word but a city with people is better than 99% of parallel universes. I think."

"I wish I could be there to help, Tony. But I've done everything I can to delay Galactus, but he's still going to be here in two days. The evacuation of the Monoandran planet is going to be hard to achieve..."

"Harder to achieve without the likes of Carol Danvers and Sue Storm."

Tony felt a little guilty at the sudden loneliness in Reed's tired eyes at the mention of Sue.

"Tony, we've been over this. Even with the risk of destruction they refuse to let a woman into their space. You'd be here, along with every other man who can fly a spaceship or herd refugees, if you weren't so banged up."

"I've put together a rescue team," Tony changed the subject, "to travel through to the other universe. I think I can manage to send two through; recharge time is going to be hours. I'm thinking a powerhouse in case of trouble and someone a little more subtle in case the troubles a little more subtle."

"Have you resolved the issue with synaptic disruption during the crossing?"

"Well, we'll find out. A good scientist experiments after all."


* * *

Delivery Girl looked on in delight as Cassandra Cain's hands fell away from the compartment on her yellow utility belt that contained her gas mask. Her preppy vacant smile grew even brighter as she watched the crime fighter collapse unconscious to the ground.

"Yay, and at least seven minutes left on the clock."

Delivery Girl still had all of Zatanna's magical might and knowledge. She felt Willing Wanda's magic wash over her and change her a little more. She'd felt the joy of watching Housecat and the Wanton Witch fuck, of fingering herself in front of the boss-lady, now that was all she wanted.

Delivery Girl looked down at Black Bat and shook her head sadly. A good delivery girl didn't interfere with the packages. Especially when she was up for a raise! That didn't mean she couldn't have a bit of fun though.

"Yreviled Lrig si gnotrs hguone rof yna fo s'ma'am-ssob seireviled."

Delivery Girl hefted Cassandra Cain up, careful to grab by the boobs and between the legs, and gigggled in her idiot squeaky voice as realised that ma'am was the same forwards and back. The boss-lady was so smart!

"Parw eht egakcap dna neht kcab ot Yelrah."

Harley Quinn heard the pop of a magical appearance and turned eagerly to find Delivery Girl hefting a large box wrapped in brown paper.

"Special Delivery for Harley Quinn, boss-ma'am!"

"Oh, goodie, another surprise and just in time."

"I felt bad about spoiling your dinner, boss-ma'am, so I got you some more Chinese," she explained more brightly. Then a little less certainly she added, "Or at least Asian-America. Let's call it Fusion!"

Harley was already tearing the paper from her present. Beneath she revealed a hard transparent plastic. The unconscious Black Bat was packaged up like an action figure. Print on the side of the plastic announced that 'Cassandra Cain comes with real kicking action' and 'Guaranteed to lure Batman into any trap'.

"Oh, it's just perfect!" Harley announced clapping with delight. She had fought Cassandra before, one time dressed in the sexy uniform of a previous Batgirl, and had formed a desire for a girl even more athletic and acrobatic than herself. "Delivery Girl, you definitely deserve a raise. Wanda keep her uniform the same, but raise her cupsize. Twice!"

"Harley's preppy delivery girl
A reward has earned so presto
Wanda's wand sparkle and twirl
Make my target's boobies grow."

Two of the golden polished buttons of Delivery Girl's red tailored bell-hop's jacket popped off with the strain. Zatanna's breasts had already been big, now Delivery Girl's were huge.  Without even turning round, Harley reached her hands behind her and honked the improved breasts until Delivery Girl's eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed to her knees in sexual ecstacy.

"Fuck me, boss-ma'am, please."

"I am gettin' hungry. If Ivy doesn't get back soon I'm gonna start snackin'. But for now, you're goin' to make another special delivery. Housecat knows who Batman is--"

"So do I, boss-ma'am. It's--"

"No spoilers! Dangit, am I the only one who doesn't know? Anyway, as I was sayin', before I was so rudely interrupted: you're going to deliver Housecat where she can find some bats."

"Yes, sir, boss-ma'am. I'm your girl for any delivery."

Housecat slunk over and whispered in Delivery Girl's ear and with a giggle and a backwards whisper the two were gone.

"Now, Wanda, let's get my next toy out ready to play with."

"Of course, mistress," the Willing Witch thrilled briefly alone with her mistress.

* * *

Two women fell from a rippling tear in the sky into a strangely transformed alley in the grimy gothic sprawl of Gotham City. By the time they had fallen the two floors required to reach the ground the tear had vanished in an implosion of violet lightning.

One woman was blonde with a powerfully muscled body, though her curves were generous enough that no-one could doubt her feminity. She was a head taller than most women, taller than most men and carried herself with a forceful confidence. The fall had not hurt her. She had landed on her hands and one knee and now rose unsteadily to her feet. Beneath her the concrete had shattered, concentric circles of cracks marking the spot her body had struck. On this world she might be mistaken for an Amazon, from whence she had come it would be goddess.

The other woman was a red-head, her stature more normal but her curves more sensual on her acrobat's body. She did not land on hard concrete, even scrubbed magically clean, instead with reflexes honed almost past human ability she caught the dangling ladder of a fire-escape and gracefully controlled her fall to land in a rainbow-painted dumpster. Despite the cushioning of lingerie and sextoys she still grunted out a quiet swear-word in Russian.

Both women were completely naked, though it was harder to tell with the one in the dumpster as she spat a purple gel dildo from her mouth and half-walked half-swam to the metal edge.

"We have arrived," the blonde woman began, addressing the red-head and then paused in sudden puzzlement with her mouth open as if searching for a word.

"A rough ride," the red-head began in reply till she suddenly paused with the same expression of puzzlement.

"Brave comrade, I confess I have no memory of your name though doubtless the bards sing of your mighty deeds."

"I-- I-- I don't remember," the red-head's voice had a touch of fear in it now, "What is your name? I can't remember!"

The pale-skinned blonde's chest puffed with pride which put her large breasts on prominent display. The red-head felt something stirring within her. Standing in a dumpster filled with items created by wild and wanton magic was just beginning to affect her by proximity.

"I? I am--

The two woman looked at each other with worry and the realisation that their memories were absent.

"We are here on a mission, we have to... Find someone. I think," the red-head said.

"Aye, I feel you speak the truth. We are here as hunters then. But have we been sent without arms or armor? And why do we misremember ourselves and our goal?"

"I don't know and I don't like it."

"Though this place seems sweet enough I like not the brooding towers around us. They speak of a place cloaked in darkness and danger."

"We need a disguise. We'll attract less attention that way."

The blonde looked at her blankly for a moment, before nodding. The idea of a disguise had been so obvious to the red-head she couldn't understand how the blonde hadn't thought of it immediately.

"Aye, very well. But how shall we attire ourselves?"

The red-head thought. Somehow she knew that dressing differently would mark them out. That it could be even more dangerous than emerging naked. Then she spotted it, a discarded newspaper.

"Pass me that newspaper."

The blonde looked around and spotted the few pages from an old copy of the Daily Planet. Unfortunately, unknown to the two women, Willing Wanda's magic had transformed the newspaper. An exclusive interview of Diana, Ambassador from Themyscira, with Lois Lane had been transformed into a detailed report of their fucking and exactly how a lover should play with Wonder Woman's body. Jimmy Olsen's photoshoot had become a pornographic centre-spread of the two beauties tribbing along with a variety of shots of Lois and Diana in various states of undress.

The red-head skimmed the text, unaware that she should be surprised to be able to read it, and examined the photos.

"Looks like we're in luck. The contents of this dumpster seem to be in fashion."

"These?! These are immodest, aren't they?"

"I've worn clothes like this before."

"Perhaps you are a harlot?"

"Perhaps," the red-head agreed easily. She thought she had worn clothes like these for work. "Find something that works for you."

The red-head had sifted through a few pieces of lingerie in innocent ivory and racy red, but her attention had rapidly been captured by black PVC and black lace. She was certain that black was the color for her. Once she had made that discovery the rest was simple. Soon she was wearing a lacy black merry widow with a demi-cup that gave her a generous cleavage and long spiral wires clad in black satin which forced the gauzy black silk of the short hanging girdle to follow the curves of her body. The thong she wore was made of the same PVC as the demi-cup and she had thrown a pair of six-inch black heels on to the ground in front of the dumpster, ready to slip on.

The red-head paused a moment and then rolled a black lacy garter up each leg. A clear thought burned through the mess her mind was in: she'd feel better with a knife or a gun in each garter.

Beside her the blonde was having less luck. She had carelessly tossed a dozen items of lingerie behind her, from leopard-skin loinclothes to a frilly French maid outfit. Caught in the sexy clothes were a variety of dildos and buttplugs amongst other harder to name items.

"These fripperies are not worthy of a warrior," the blonde proclaimed with disdain.

"So, you are a warrior?"

"Aye, tis true. I know it," the blondes voice grew happier as it grew more certain. "I am a shieldmaiden."

"There's some hope for our memories then. I still don't remember what I am. But I think I know where to find what you need."

With that the red-head executing a perfect tumble turn in the dumpster and swam down through the slinky clothes. By her feet she had felt hard metal, sunk down through the lighter outfits. Her ass remained above the level of lacy lingerie, bobbing with her movements. The red-head felt her heart beat a little faster, her pussy grow moist as she thought of the blonde watching the sight, unaware of the more powerful effect of enchanted thong over her nethers.

The red-head took a little longer than strictly necessary before coming to stand once more. She handed the blonde her finds and with a grunt of resignation the other woman dressed herself in chain-mail bikini top and bottom.

"Tis armor of a sort," the blonde announced sourly. "Was their nought better?"

"No," the red-head replied at once, lying. She had found a bra of metal cones and a skirt of long metal strips open at the front. But she wanted to dress her companion like this. She lied so easely and well the blonde showed not the least sign of doubt. It felt good to manipulate the other woman. Whoever she was, she was used to lying and deceiving. "Now help me out of here."

"Very well," the blonde easily lifted the slight red-head out of the dumpster. The red-head was almost as tall as the blonde once she was in her six-inch heels. But the blonde was distracted. As the magic of the sexy chainmail costume began to affect her, her eyes roamed the red-head's body, admiring her curves, enjoying the wiggle of her ass as she put on the shoes and looking down her marvellous cleavage as she rose to stand.

The red-head looked her in the eye and something passed between them.

"Let us begin the hunt," the blonde announced gesturing for the red-head to lead the way as unfamiliar feelings surged within her. The way the red-head's butt swayed as she stalked forward only stoked the flames of the blonde's new desires higher.

The amnesiac superheroines Brunnhilde the Valkyrie and the Black Widow Natasha Romanov dressed in sexy ensorcelled lingerie left the enchanted alley and headed into the mean streets of Gotham City, looking for a girl.

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gothamalleyviper - 5/26/2018 12:53 PM
Evva, of course Babs is going to be Dick's harem lover. The real fun is in getting her to beg him to make her one.
Drake G. Reaper - 5/25/2018 2:30 PM
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Drake G. Reaper - 5/24/2018 4:27 PM
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Evva - 5/24/2018 3:02 PM
good chapter GAV. This chapter made me curious if Babs will join the harem or not.
colleem - 5/24/2018 12:50 PM
Jtreat :) really liked how the story started :)
C.King - 5/16/2018 5:15 PM
Interesting zig zags at the moment, GAV. Will she, won't she... be in the harem.
gothamalleyviper - 5/16/2018 5:04 PM
Posted another chapter, please leave feedback.
Gorel - 5/13/2018 9:44 PM
There's always the charm of turning heroic ladies into baby factories
Gorel - 5/13/2018 9:40 PM
There's always the charm of turning heroic ladies into baby factories

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