"Ten-HUT!" Harley ordered, casually dropping the cassette player & headphones back onto the projector cart.
Batwoman immediately stiffened her frame in an attempt to stand at attention, as per her military instincts. However, with her hands chained & shackled above her head and her booted feet just barely able to make contact with the floor, she couldn't really manage the simple feat in her exhausted state.
Harley internally stifled a giggle at how ridiculous the once-straightfaced vigilante looked. Her chin and chest were all thrust out proudly on display as any good soldier, but that didn't change the fact she was still dangling from the ceiling, which forced her onto her tiptoes, while a whole mess of girl-cum was staining her precious uniform from the inside. Truth be told, she had never had this much fun breaking a super heroine before. Well, funny-fun anyway, sexy-fun probably still went to Zee-Zee.
"So..." Harley leaned forward, her bulging inquisitive eyes just a few inches away from Kate's. "Think ya my Number One Fan now, huh?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Kate cried passionately. Down below, the mind-melted vigilante was rubbing her thighs together furiously. Despite playing with her hot snatch throughout, Harley hadn't let Kate cum once since the film began and now she needed more than anything in her life. She needed her Mistress' addictive touch to send over the edge!
"Well, ya don't just get to claim that 'cos you watched my lil' docu-drama!" Harley declared, kicking the projector's cart back lightly so that it rolled back from the heroine. "Real fangirls prove it! Where was I born?!"
"Brocklehurst, Brooklyn, Mistress!"
"How many states am I wanted in?"
"Twelve, plus the territory of Puerto Rico, Mistress!"
"If you wanted to get me somethin' for Christmas, what's the first place you'd look?"
"Wacko Toys, Mistress!"
"How many Hanukkahs have I celebrated in my life?"
"Thirteen, Mistress!"
"What's my favorite type of mallet?"
"Fine-grain cherry wood, Mistress!"
Harley stepped back from Batwoman, a pleased smile on her face. "You've done well, my little fangirl. Even those creepy geeks on the Internet can't match ya now." Her eyes narrowed mischievously as she tapped her fingers against the candy cane-striped vibrator in her hand. "Ready for your reward?"
"Ohhhhhh," Kate moaned throatily. "Yeeesssss, Mistress!"
Harley glanced up at the chains still binding the vigilante's gloved hands, and casually snapped her fingers. The handy lil' enchantment she'd had Zee-Zee cast on the chains instantly activated, causing the chains to evaporate into thin air.
Kate Kane instantly collapsed to her knees, gasping in lust and gratitude.
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"C'mon, c'mon..."
Poison Ivy glared at the cell phone in her hand like it had personally commandeered every logging, ranching, and oil-drilling expedition in the history of humanity. Not surprisingly, the little electronic gadget just kept on doing what it had been doing: ring away with no answer.
"Dammit, Harley...!" the redhead snarled under her breath. "Pick up already!"
For what felt like the hundredth time that night, she surreptitiously turned her head from left to right. No one was following her - no one she could see or hear, anyways. She had sequestered herself in a small forest in one of Gotham's minor parks - plenty of plants to command with a single gesture.
But when one was dealing with Batman (or one of his little helpers), that was rarely enough.
Right now, the botanical-themed villainess was disguised by a dark trench coat and wide-brimmed hat, which did well to hide her green, leafy costume and fiery red hair. She had also shifted her normally greenish skin tone to something more human-looking. For all the good it would do against the Bat's toys.
Already, she'd been forced to abandon a rather comfy hideout so she could escape Batman's investigations. The oaf was probably crawling all over her precious laboratory right now, looking for clues that would let him land her in Arkham yet again. Months of laying low to not attract his attention until she was ready to strike - all wasted.
She idly wondered how Batman had come to be mixed up in all this in the first place. Had her three idiot attackers led him to her? Or had his people been staking out her hideout for some time now? Granted, she hadn't exactly been original with her choice in hideouts this time around...
Whatever the cause, the Bat was definitely on her tail now. Going head-to-head with him was a tricky proposition at best - especially if he brought that roving tank he called a car into play - and it was something she couldn't afford to engage in right now.
Not when Harley's well being - and maybe her life - were at stake.
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Harley sucked in a sharp breath as she felt Kate Kane's warm lips against her nether regions. Her other slave-sluts had been everywhere from "decent" to "above-average" when they'd first gotten the honor of eating their mistress out, but this one...!
Well, what could she expect from a heroine who'd actually been well-learned in the art of cunnilingus for years?
"Aiiiieeeeeee!!!" Harley howled dramatically as her juices gushed out, right into Batwoman's waiting mouth. "Oh, baby! You've-" She grabbed Kate's fire-red hair and hung on tight, grinding herself against the taller woman as hard as possible. "You've been wasting your time out there, playing superhero! This is where you really belong!"
"Mmmm," Kate groaned wantonly, planting kiss after kiss on Harley's wet pussy lips. "I was young and foolish, Mistress. Please forgive your Number-One fan for her lapse in judgment! Pretty please?"
With a smug grin, Harley pulled Kate's head away from her pussy and regarded the tamed Batwoman with fiery blue eyes. Kate was still clad from neck to toe in that silly (but very form-fitting) uniform of hers, but every inch of it was now practically dripping with commingled sweat and love juices. Yes, the former "heroine" was looking quite disgraced now, indeed...
Arching a brow, Harley turned her head to the side. "Hmm... I dunno..."
Harley deliberately dragged out her "thought process", regarding Kate with a critical eye. Internally, of course, she was delighted over how Kate seemed to be hanging off of every second. She was truly Batwoman's sun and moon now, and she loved every moment of it!
"Okey-dokey!" the red-and-black-clad madwoman suddenly chirped.
Kate's face lit up, like she'd just learned of an international peace treaty being signed (or whatever it is these BORING superheroes dreamed of all day). At that very moment, Harley could've sworn that she heard a small orgasm exploding between Kate's legs.
But then, Kate's face suddenly assumed a slightly more uncomfortable position. Harley raised an eyebrow, but said nothing for the moment.
"C-Can I finally take this suit off now, Mistress?" Kate asked timidly. "I-I know my body is nothing impressive next to yours, but I w-want you to see it without..."
Harley scrunched up her face in thought, her eyes clouding over with a new layer of lust. "Welllllll... my costume designer's on the other side'a town right now, but..."
Kate perked up eagerly, if a bit fearfully. "But...?"
Harley scratched the back of her head. "Well, I guess I can letcha pick out yer own costume..."
Kate clapped her hands together, her face now twice as bright as before. She looked like a little girl who'd just been promised her first trip to Disney World. "Really?"
"Sure!" Harley nodded. "After all, my Number One Fangirl should have tastes matching my exact expectations, riiiiiiight?"
As she spoke, the blond madwoman leaned in until her face was only inches away from Kate's. A truly terrifying grin split her face, complemented by bulging eyes.
Kate only flinched a little before bucking up in determination. "Yes, Mistress Harley!"
Harley opened her mouth to tease her little fangirl some more, only to be cut off by the muffled sound of a familiar jingle, coming from another room in her hideout.
They're Pinky and the Brain...
Yes Pinky and the Brain...
One is a Genius...
The Other's Insane...
A scowl overtook Harley's lovely features as she heard the ringtone of her "emergency" cell phone. "Oh, for the love of...!"
"M-Mistress?" Kate asked, shrinking back a little from her idol's air of fury.
Harley turned back to her Number One Fangirl with a somewhat apologetic grin. "Sorry, Katie. That's my special phone a-ringing. I gotta take it."
"I-I understand, Mistress." To her credit, Kate almost managed to keep the look of disappointment off of her face. "I-I'll wait here, like a good little girl, however long you want me to."
"Atta girl!" Harley beamed. She pressed a key into Kate's gloved hand. "Here. The costume room's just down the hall. There's a sign on the door. Pick out what ya want for yer new slut suit, but..."
She held up one warning finger.
"NO unzipping yer costume, got it?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Kate cried standing to (a slightly wobbly) attention and saluting her mistress like a good little soldier-slash-slut-slave.
With a smile, Harley strode out of the room and headed for her office, where the ringing phone sat. A second later, Kate exited the room as well, headed in the exact opposite direction.