Of course Bruce Wayne and Batman owned
so many things, so there wasn't time to destroy them all in one day.
Eventually Harley told Batsy and Jojo to call it a night and waltz
their cute little butts into bed so that they could get up the next
day to finish the job and serve their master Harley and their
mistress Pammy in all things.
“Yes, Master Harley, sir,” the two
said in unison.
“Oh, before you go, bitches,”
Harley said, “you've done such a good job that you deserve a
reward. Alfred, remove their chastity belts.”
Batsy and Jojo moaned in excitement as
Alfred unlocked their belts.
“Now get into bed and show each other
how much you love her before falling to asleep.”
The two little bimbos squealed and
scampered off, but not before Alfred gave each of them a farewell
spank.
“And Alfred, you can go to bed
imagining all the humiliating things you'll do to them tomorrow,”
Harley said.
“Yes, Master Harley,” Alfred
grinned as he headed off to his own room.
“How about me, Harley sugarplum?”
Pammy asked, wrapping her arms around Harley and pushing her huge
tits against her sweety.
“I'm gonna fuck you five ways to
Sunday.”
“Ohh! Y'all say the sweetest things!”
* * *
The next day Batsy and Jojo woke to
find they were still in the same place they'd fallen asleep, with
their faces pressed against each other's shaven snatchs, their tongue
studs clicking against each other's clit ring.
The two maids had been so excited to
find the charming little nest Harley had made of the little maid's
room under the stairs. A bed big enough for the two of them, a
closest full of all their maid stuff and stripper outfits and some
pretty kinky costumes, and drawers for a truly impressive collective
of dildos, strap-ons, and other sex-toys.
Harley had been so thoughtful! The toys
were clearly labelled to be fascimiles of the big dicks of many of
their friends: there was the Killer Croc dildo and the Bane vibrator
and the Commisson Gordon and the Big Dick Nightwing (Batsy thought
that one was really nice) and the Harley Quinn (Jojo liked that one a
lot), and so many more, but maybe their favorites had been the Big
Black Bat and the White Clown, which were strap-ons that were based
off their cocks back when they had been guys, and it had been really
fun to fuck each other with them.
“Heyyyyy, you wanna fuck my l'l
cunny, baby?” Jojo asked sleepily.
“Do we have time?” Batsy asked. “We
gotta get breakfast ready.”
* * *
Harley opened her eyes, feeling really,
really good.
Partly it was because she loved turning
all her old adversaries and associates into hilarious parodies of
what they despised, and she had plans for so many of them today, and
partly it was because her Pam-a-lamb was under the covers giving
Harley a nice early-morning blow job.
“Morning, sweetie,” Pam said,
taking the big ol' cock out of her mouth for a moment.
“Morning, baby.”
“Daddy, ah think we need more
servants,” Pammy said.
“More?” Harley raised an eyebrow.
“Three isn't enough?”
“Well, when those bimbos are gonna be
spending so much time shaking their booties at the club, we gotta
need more around the ol' house,” Pammy said. “Ah need people to
do mah work for me, Daddy. You don' wan' yer old Pammy to be tiring
herself out doin' stuff, right?”
She fluttered her long lashes at
Harley.
Harley chuckled, and patted Pammy's
hair. It was sexy how much of a lazy rich bitch Ivy had become.
“Sure, Red,” Harley said. “I'll
hire you some more help. Nothin' too good for my Pam-a-lamb.”
Pam squealed in pleasure and swallowed
all of Harley's cock, sucking like mad.
“Oooo, yeah, baby!” Harley moaned.
* * *
Oswald Cobblepott, or “Oswalda
Gobblecocks” as he liked to think of himself, moaned and stretched
in his bed, eager to start a new day.
This was going to be a great day. It
was going to be the debute of his “Jessica Rabbit” inspired
performance. Batsy and Jojo were going to warm up the crowd, and then
Oswalda Gobblecocks was going to be the star.
The star.
Fuck, just thinking about that made him
so hard.
Madame Penguin moaned as he began to
masturbate at the thought of all those eyes on him.
* * *
Nightwing's communicator bleeped.
“Yes?”
“This is Batgirl. Something is
horribly, horribly wrong.”