NOVEL NEXT Chapter 13: Batgirl & Harley
“That’s it, Mistah H! Come to Mama~”
The worst part was, Barbara knew Harley wasn’t talking about herself there. Something about red hair was a trigger for this young man that Ivy and Harley had captured, twisted, and corrupted. And Barbara… Barbara had red hair. Shuddering, the masked vigilante whimpers through the vine gag in her mouth as Harry’s musky cockhead presses against it incessantly.
The rest of his shaft pushes up against her smallish tits, sliding into the valley of them quite insistently. Of course, Barbara’s breasts really weren’t THAT small. They were only so modest when compared to the other women in the room. Needless to say, Ivy and Harley were sporting larger tatas, but that could easily be explained away by their age difference. Barbara was still young! She had room to grow!
Of course, that wasn’t something that the captured batgirl could spend time thinking about at the moment. Not when Harley was already reaching up and removing her gag, tugging away the vine from her mouth to give Harry and his massive, fat cock access. The moment the gag is gone, Barbara’s traitorous tongue darts out for a taste, much to her chagrin.
The captured vigilante is very nearly hyperventilating as she inhales the heavy and heady scent of sex and pheromones with every breath. She wants this… no, she doesn’t want this! Oh, but she really, really does want this. In the end, it doesn’t truly matter what Barbara wants. It matters what the monster Ivy made wants, and what he wants, he gets.
The moment Barbara’s mouth is fully freed of Ivy’s vine, it’s occupied and invaded a moment later by the giant cockhead that’s been smearing juices all over her face up until this point. Unlike Harley, who was decidedly a sex fiend, Barbara was still very much a virgin. Sure, she’d experimented a little bit with her boyfriend Dick here and there. Alas, for all that his name was Dick, his actual dick left a lot to be desired.
Dick was nothing like Harry. Harry was nothing like Dick. In the end, Barbara finds herself experiencing fellatio with a cock that truly put her boyfriend’s pecker to shame. Her tight little throat could barely take a tenth of the massive phallus before she was gagging and choking and gurgling, shaking her head back and forth in protest and discomfort.
“Oh, c’mon now, bat-mama! Is that any way to treat yer darlin’ boy? Hehehe, let little ole Harley help you out a bit!”
Of course, the crazy clown behind her wasn’t at all inclined to give Barbara a moment’s respite. She definitely wasn’t going to be saved by Harley… but did the insane bitch really have to help the monster that her just-as-insane girlfriend had accidentally created and unleashed on them both?!
Grabbing Barbara by the pointy bat ears of her cowl, Harley proceeds to push the red head forward onto the massive cock in front of her, skull-fucking the poor heroine on Harry’s phallus without hesitation or mercy.
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
Eyes widening beneath her mask, and then tearing up as her tight little throat takes on even more of a beating, even more abuse, Barbara just tries to survive… and tries to ignore how good this all is making her feel right alongside the discomfort and pain. As much as her throat is being wrecked right now, her cunt… her cunt is positively soaked through, her pussy lips gushing with need and desire as she sits there, still mostly tied up to the chair.
“Looks like you need some help with this bat-tart, Mistah H! Hehe, Harley’s got your back!”
But of course, Harley isn’t done with just that. The flexible harlequin was like a spider monkey, and proved it too, crawling up onto the chair Barbara was still restrained to and perching herself on the top of it. Draping her legs over Barbara’s shoulders, the crazy female clown uses her FEET of all things to press the red head’s soft tits into the massive cock sliding up between them. Her toes, meanwhile, catch the poor girl’s sensitive nipples and begin to tug and rub at them incessantly.
“You like that, Bat-bitch? You like Mistah H wreckin’ your throat while I play feetsies with your cute little titties?”
Barbara gurgles around the cock in her poor stretched mouth, her eyes rolling around in her skull and her tongue lashing against the underside of his dick. Not because she’s trying to make him feel good, no sir! She’s trying to get him OUT! She’s trying to get some air in her poor, beleaguered lungs! Of course, this is around the time that young Barbara Gordon learns all about autoerotic asphyxiation. She might not be asphyxiating herself, necessarily… but she’s certainly feeling the over-sensitive nature that comes with a lack of oxygen to the brain.
Eyes rolling fully back in her head, Barbara positively SHRIEKS around Harry’s cock as her bucking hips and gushing pussy go straight past squirting and straight into geyser-mode. Her juices explode out of her naked bald cunt, even as her hips buck against the chair like a girl possessed. Harley, of course, lets out a HOWL of laughter from above her head.
“Look at you, Bat-brat! Looks like Mistah H has made a REAL woman out of you, bitch! Keep it up, Mistah H! Give this little cunt what for!”
But if Harley wanted this to continue further, she was going to be a little disappointed. Barbara’s multiple back-to-back explosive orgasms, combined with Harley’s efforts in giving Harry’s gargantuan cock a titjob with Barbara’s breasts, finally bring him to his next release. With a loud groan, the now-nicknamed ‘Mistah H’ tilts his head back and begins to cum, exploding in and then out of Barbara.
The poor dear never even have a chance to swallow it, though after her momentary mind breaking orgasms, she wasn’t in a position to do so anyways. Regardless, his cum blasts out of his massive pecker like a firehose, exploding down the back of her throat before bouncing back from the sheer force of the ricochet before Barbara ever even has a chance to gag, choke, and regurgitate some of it.
Exploding backwards out of her mouth and nostrils, Harry’s cum fully overwhelms what little remains of Barbara’s conscious, sane mind. Eyes rolling back in her head for good this time, the tied up, red-haired batgirl blacks out on the spot, looking like she was just given an oral gangbang by ten thugs at once from the sheer amount of jizz trailing out of her nostrils and mouth, and coating her bat cowl and naked chest.
Slumping back in her chair, Barbara almost welcomes the sweet oblivion that comes for her. Better that then this…
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Harley, meanwhile, freezes at the explosive climactic climax to the whole shebang. Except, to her wide-eyed stupefaction, she realizes a moment later that it’s not done yet. This isn’t the climax of this crazy situation. Now… Harley Quinn KNOWS crazy. She IS crazy. Her time with Mistah J has left the poor woman irrevocably scarred, both mentally and physically.
But even Harley is taken aback when she realizes that even after that incredibly sexy, incredibly debauched display, even after she tag-teamed Batgirl with the newly christened ‘Mistah H’… said man is still hard. Even now, he’s still rock hard. His cock, fully erect and throbbing with need and unholy purpose, continues to saw in and out of the redhead’s slack jaw mouth.
Now, Harley likes to play games. And she’s killed before, mostly at the Joker’s behest. But it’s not like she wants Batgirl to die or anything. She’s much to fun to play with and tease, especially when her and Ivy can get their hands on the young red head for an extended stay in their lair! No, Harley well and truly doesn’t want Batgirl to die…
And she might, if Harley doesn’t do something quick. So, slipping off of the chair, the crazed harlequin clown quickly begins to unbind the unconscious heroine from the rest of Ivy’s vines. She would ask her partner in crime and lesbian lover to do it herself, but Ivy is still insensate, still completely out of it across the room from them.
Which leaves it down to Harley, who finds herself sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth and really having to concentrate as she yanks vine after vine away from Batgirl’s limp, unmoving, nubile young body. A-Ah, she could have so much fun with the red head while she was unconscious like this, she could take so many photos, she could- No! Down girl! Save the tasty piece of heroine ass first, fuck it later!
As Harley giggles and nods to her own deranged thoughts, her focus entirely on untying Batgirl and getting her out of the path of that massive asphyxiating meat cannon, Harry… Harry takes notice. How can he not, when there’s a huge, fat ass swaying right in front of him? Glowing emerald eyes slowly descend downwards to the sight of Harley’s wiggling hips. The harlequin doesn’t even mean to do it, she’s not trying to be provocative in the slightest right now.
But the Joker really had done an absolute number on the poor woman, and Harley was conditioned to present like a good little bitch whenever her man was around. Now, when ‘her man’ had transitioned from Mistah J to Mistah H, who could say? Perhaps it was the pheromones in the air, perhaps it was Harry’s musk. Regardless, Harley draws Harry’s eyes, completely unintentionally.
Finally releasing his hold on Batgirl’s head, Harry lets the backflow of cum finish gurgling out of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her supply pale white breasts as he focuses instead on the hips in front of him. At the exact same time, Harley is just managing to get rid of the last of the vines, even as the overflow cum splatters down Batgirl’s front and onto Harley’s hands.
Letting out a joyful cry of triumphant victory, followed by a confused ‘Huh?’ as she stares uncomprehendingly at the cum now coating Batgirl’s front… Harley is entirely unprepared for Harry to plunge his massive cock into her ass.
“Aiiiiiie! B-But Mistah H, that’s the wrong hole~”
Even as she says that, Harley is already half-moaning. Her and the Joker had played this game more than enough, with him deciding to fuck her ass painfully and roughly, and Harley making a show of pretending to despise it. Oh sure, it always hurt… but the twisted, corrupted harlequin LIKED a little pain (scratch that, she liked a LOT of pain…)
Of course, there was one little issue with treating this as just another encounter with her former crazed clown lover… Harry was MUCH bigger than the Joker, in the same way he was bigger than Dick for Barbara. Harley had adopted a fucked silly expression within moments of Harry blindly plunging his cock into her unexpecting backside, a Pavlovian response developed and conditioned into her from her time with ‘Mistah J’.
However, in moments that ahegaoing expression warps into something more honest and true as Harley’s eyes cross instead of rolling back in her head, her teeth clenching down as she gurgles through them from the feel of the monster dick burying itself again and again in her fat ass. The harlequin can hardly stand up straight after a few moments, and in the end, she finds herself clinging to Batgirl’s blacked out form as she’s fucked up against the unconscious heroine and the chair.
Wrapping her arms around Batgirl, clinging to her for dear life, the insane female clown squeals like a stuck pig, torn between the pain of the rough ass fucking that’s being delivered unto her and the extreme pleasure of being used like a hot piece of trash. In short order, the little act she always used to put on for Mistah J is stripped away, and she finds herself adopting a purely honest playbook with her new darling, Mistah H.
“Yes, Mistah H! Fuck me harder! Take your naughty Harley for the ride of a lifetime! Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUUUUUCK!!!”
Is it painal if the one receiving the painal is a crazy clown bitch who loves pain as much as any masochistic pig would? A question for philosophers to debate to be sure. Harley is too busy cumming her brains out in no time at all to spend much time contemplating the thought. Shrieking and hollering at the top of her lungs, the twisted harlequin very clearly loves every last moment of it. Her words, if nothing else, show that much.
“M-More! MORE! MORE! MORE!”
Her string of demands are answered by grunts and groans from Harry. Like a Frankenstein monster, or a particularly beefy big-dicked zombie, he doesn’t respond. He’s not quite able to articulate himself right now, not with Ivy’s pheromones still running through him, still suped up by his magic and twisted and corrupted to high heavens beyond their original purpose.
Though to be fair, with their original purpose being to completely mind whammy Harry into nothing more than a sex slave and tool for Ivy’s purposes, perhaps this really was the better outcome. Certainly, Harley was having the time of her life right now… and she’d even managed to save the Bat-tart’s life in the process!
Realizing that there’s a whole mess of cum splattered across the front of the unconscious little bitch in front of her, Harley’s eyes light up. Even as she’s getting the ass fucking to end all ass fuckings from the biggest cock of her life, the harlequin isn’t about to let such a treat go to waste, not when it’s quite literally right in front of her face.
Squealing and shrieking and begging for more, she also leans forward and lolls out her tongue, beginning to lick, lap, and slurp up the seed all over Batgirl’s lower face and naked front. Her cute little tits are coated in cum, as is her chin, and Harley attacks all of her with equal vigor, going to town on those smallish pale breasts and those cute little nipples, licking away at those slightly parted lips covered in Mistah H’s white cream.
The place is filled with the sounds of squelching anal plundering, as well as the noisy licking and slurping as Harley not only clings to Batgirl and the chair for dear life, but also begins to clean up the unconscious heroine. If Batgirl was awake, Harley likes to think that the red head would be grateful! Though of course, that’s merely Harley’s special brand of crazy talking. Batgirl would be so far from the opposite of grateful if she was conscious right now that it wouldn’t even be funny.
This doesn’t last for long, however. Perhaps Harry’s glazed over mind somehow notices that Harley is paying less attention to him or something. Perhaps he simply decides he’s not going fast enough and that’s all the reason he needs. In the end, it matters not. One of his hands comes up and grabs hold of Harley by her head, his fingers sliding all over to find purchase on her skull. The crazed harlequin finds herself yanked back from Batgirl’s naked front.
“Mistah H? Whatcha do-OH FUUUUUCK~”
Before Harley can finish her query, ‘Mistah H’ picks up the pace. If she thought Harry was fucking her hard before, well, that was only compared to how rough Mistah J could be. Needless to say, the Joker could be very rough with her, and had been violent and brutal more than once with his so-called ‘darling’.
But even the crazed Clown Prince of Crime couldn’t hold a handle to the monster Ivy had unleashed when he truly wanted to go all out. A shriek like nothing before it flows out of Harley’s throat and her begging becomes incoherent in short order as he begins to hilt his cock in her formerly tight ass with every last single thrust.
In and out he goes, his hips SLAMMING into her ass cheeks with enough smacking force to redden them in no time at all, presenting a thunderous CLAP of sound each and every time he pistons forward into her bowels. Harley doesn’t just squeal, she SCREAMS from the pain and pleasure mixing together, her eyes truly rolling back in her head, the fucked silly expression her painted face contorts into finally REAL, unlike all those times she’d faked it for the Joker.
Each and every hard, deep thrust of Harry’s cock into her ass breaks her already fucked up mind a little bit more. Body trembling and quivering in between jolts and jarring motions thanks to Harry’s cock, Harley is beside herself as she’s taken to pound town and then some, as she’s given every last inch of a truly impressive bitch breaker of a cock.
Why she thought she ever stood a chance, who can say. This young man she and Ivy have unleashed upon themselves and Barbara just got done fucking two Kryptonians and an American Witch into a puddle of pleasurable ooze the night before. Needless to say, Ivy and Harley were so far out of their depths, it wasn’t even funny.
With a vicious, inhuman roar, Harry finally slams his hips into Harley’s reddened ass cheeks one final time before cumming explosively. Harley cums right alongside him, she orgasms screaming from the pain and the hot cum emanating from her abused anal passage.
It’s around that moment, as Harry properly fills Harley’s bowels with white, hot seed, that the chair she and Ivy have tied Batgirl to decides it can take no more abuse. There’s only so much that one can handle, and while Harley, Batgirl, and Ivy are all hanging on by a thread… the simple wooden chair that Harley had deposited their captured heroine into, and Ivy had wrapped and bound in numerous vines… has reached the end of its lifespan.
C-CRACK!
With a mighty snapping noise and an almighty clatter, the chair gives, sending both women tumbling forward onto the ground. However, in Harley’s case there’s an added source of propulsion, so to speak. Namely, the sheer force of Harry’s cum geyser exploding out of his fire hose of a cock and into Harley’s bowels results in her being propelled forward, skidding across Batgirl’s unconscious form and forward a few feet.
Harry’s body, feeling the loss of the hot tight hole that had been wrapped pleasantly around his cock mere moments later, lets out a rumbling growl. His eyes, like those of a radar-seeking drone, sweep over his immediate surroundings. If he hadn’t found anything there, he would certainly have kept looking until he did, and Harley and Ivy both would have been in big trouble.
As it is, there IS a ready and waiting, if not quite ‘willing’ hole within the drugged young man’s immediate vicinity. There, laid out right at his feet, is Batgirl in her state of half-undressed duress. The blacked-out heroine lays there with her tits and her cunt out, her legs splayed open to reveal the slick, glistening nether lips down betwixt her thighs.
Even if she is unaware, even if she would perhaps vehemently disagree if she WERE awake, in Harry’s addled mind… she’s perfectly prepared for him. With a small smile gracing his features, he lumbers up to her unconscious form and reaches down, grabbing hold of an ankle.
Pulling one of her smooth, long, athletic legs up onto his shoulder, he groans a little as he kisses and rubs his face against the creamy pale flesh. It’s almost gentle and tender, the way he’s approaching nuzzling her leg. Of course, at the same time his hips are humping forward violently, desperately searching for her hole.
If you deliver a thousand thrusts with your big fat cock in the general direction of a waiting, sopping wet cunt… you’ll eventually find purchase. And that’s how Barbara Gordon wakes up, with Ivy’s monster drilling his cock into her virgin quim without hesitation the moment he manages to catch his bulbous cockhead against her gripping, slippery cunt lips.
The red headed heroine comes back to the world of the waking with a shrieking orgasm as she’s split open on that massive cock. Not comprehending what’s happening at first, currently held upside down with her neck and shoulders pressed into the ground, Barbara looks around for a moment, trying desperately to figure out what the fuck is going on.
Her memories of the last few hours hit her around the same time that the beleaguered heroine bothers to look down and sees the growing bulge in her tight, toned abs. The heroine’s eyes widen at the sight, even as she gurgles from the feel of Harry’s massive member rearranging her insides, her hips bucking for a moment in a futile attempt to try to get away, before bucking for another reason entirely as they betray Barbara in exchange for the pleasure.
“N-No, w-wai-OH GOOOOOD~”
Her sudden awakening only causes her formerly virgin cunt to tighten even further… which in turn causes Harry to up his tempo. His glowing green eyes are focused intently on her face, even as he fucks down into her hard and fast, pounding her into the ground with a purpose that boggles the mind to be sure. Barbara screams in pain, not nearly as much of a masochistic pain slut as Harley was. At the same time though, it does feel a little good… and that little good is rapidly growing the more Harry fucks her tight body into a perfectly shaped sleeve for his cock.
Feeling nothing like a badass independent heroine at the moment, Barbara whips her head back and forth, eyes frantically searching around for assistance as she calls out for help.
“Oh god, oh god! Please! S-Someone stop him! He’s killing me! He’s SO BIG! Oh FUCK!”
Needless to say, Harry isn’t actually killing her. But for Barbara, who’s never done more than suck Dick’s cock a little bit before this, it certainly feels like he’s about to kill her. It feels like his massive cock is going to bust through her womb and into her internal organs, ravaging through her body and leaving her a twitching corpse.
That doesn’t happen though, even as his massive cockhead DOES bulge out her poor belly with every single thrust. Instead, Barbara slowly begins to grow more and more accustomed to the feel of his cock ravishing her body. Slowly but surely, she begins to adjust to his monstrous size and the fact that she’s just lost her virginity to Ivy’s Frankenstein monster.
She’s forced to do this, forced to accept that she’s not dying and also no one is coming to help her, mostly because of what she sees when she looks around the room. Namely, Ivy is still insensate and unconscious a dozen yards away, and utterly useless. But now… now, Harley too is unconscious, not more than a few feet away from Barbara, but with her gaping ass spurting out cum obscenely into the air like a geyser or a water feature.
Face down, ass up, the crazed harlequin’s body is turned just enough that Barbara can see Harley’s face… and the rolled back eyes in her head, along with the tongue lolling out of her mouth limply against the floor of the lair, don’t give the red head much hope for assistance from THAT corner.
No one was coming to save her. No one could help her. Which meant… Barbara would have to help herself. As she gets a little more accustomed to having her insides gouged out by a surprisingly pleasurable hot poker of a cock, Barbara puts her investigate skills to use. What she notices almost immediately is the ragged breathing of her current ‘dance partner’.
Ivy might have accidentally created a monster when she tried to put Harry under her spell, but he was still a mortal man, he still only had a set amount of energy. What had seemed like an unstoppable force when he’d first approached her and Harley after finishing Ivy off by sending the plant controller to la-la land, was finally showing his humanity.
Simply put, he was finally tiring… and that meant… that meant Barbara knew what she had to do to end this madness. If Ivy’s monster was allowed to rest, he’d probably fuck their unconscious bodies to death.
Panting, mewling, moaning even now as she experiences micro-orgasms every second from his ravishing cock, Barbara FOCUSES. She focuses on using her gymnast level of control over her own body in a way she’s pretty sure no one ever expected her to. Not her teachers, not her father, and certainly not her mentor, Batman.
Still, it’s definitely those years and years of gymnastics, followed by more years of crime-fighting and training her body, that allows Barbara to control her squeezing of Harry’s cock, tightening her already tight cunt even harder around his dick as she begins to gyrate her hips against him, panting heavily from below.
“G-Go on then, you big, b-big boy. D-Do it! Cum f-for me!”
Her words sound fucking stilted, as she tries to mimic some of the debauched language Harley had been using earlier. She’s an inexperienced virgin who clearly doesn’t know a lick about dirty talk, but she’s trying her fucking best here. She just needs to make Harry blow. She needs to use him up… before he uses all of them up.
“F-Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck! Is that all you’ve got? M-Mama wants more! Give it to me! Give me your c-cream!”
Batman hadn’t just trained her body, after all. He’d honed her mind as well, making sure that Batgirl was as good an investigator as she was a crime fighter. She had to be strong, both mentally and physically, to be able to overcome the insanity that was Gotham on a regular basis. Surviving things like Scarecrow’s Fear Toxin with her mind mostly intact was just as important as being able to go toe to toe with Two-Face and his goons in a fight.
This… this was just like that, really. Steeling her mind to try and match her will against the increasingly tired wizard currently fucking her silly, Barbara grunts, managing to plant shaky, gloved hands under herself. And then, she pushes off of the ground. Managing to kick him down onto his back, Barbara finds herself on top for the first time in the entire encounter.
Part of her wants to run. Part of her wants to take this chance, this moment, to get the fuck away. But she knows better. He’s not even WINDED. There’s no instant where she could have escaped, not truly. All she would have done by trying to get away now would be putting herself back in a disadvantageous position.
Those glowing green eyes of his continue to stare up at her as Barbara bites her lower lip and begins to ride him. Groaning, she feels her steeled mind and her clenching pussy shudder at the same time, her cunt squirting every time she bottoms out as she rides him cowgirl style. B-Better this then on her back. Better this then in the chair all tied up.
Gritting her teeth, Barbara plants her hands on Harry’s chest, knowing that even now, this wasn’t nearly enough. No sir, she needed more. She needed to BE more. Reaching back, she smacks one of her own round, tight buttocks to get herself in the proper frame of mind, even as her continues to gyrate her hips around on his massive phallus.
“C-C’mon big boy. I, nngh, k-know you have it in you. I know you’ve got another t-thick load of cream for me. Give it to me. Cum for me…”
She tries to put on her sluttiest voice as she begs him to cum, as she begs him to creampie her. And truth be told… it’s not even that fake. It’s not hard to adopt a slutty voice given how horny she is right now. Barbara’s intellectual mind acknowledges and files away the fact that it’s probably Ivy’s pheromones that are making her so damn turned on. As well as this big fat cock that’s robbed her of her first time.
Though, she can’t exactly imagine going back to Dick after this. She loves her boyfriend, truly she does… but how can she ever have sex with him when she’s spoiled goods? No… that was a silly way of saying it. It was more like… it was more like other men had been ruined for her forever by this out of this world experience.
Using that for her continued dirty talk, Barbara gasps and groans, glaring down at those intense glowing green eyes of the man she’s currently riding.
“Y-You’ve ruined me, you know? You… y-you’d better be prepared to t-take responsibility! Oh fuck, you’re so big. I just… I c-can’t go back to the way things were after this. You and your big fat c-cock… I’m not sure I’ll be able to live without it!”
Certainly embellished, but then that’s the point. And Barbara thinks it’s doing the trick as well. His large masculine hands come down on her hips after a moment and he begins to thrust up into her harder and faster by the second. Gasping, shuddering, Barbara knows that her time is limited. Luckily, she noticed something and even the red-haired virgin is capable of putting the pieces of this very simple puzzle together. When she’d mentioned him being prepared to ‘take responsibility’, his cock had throbbed and pulsated inside of her.
That, combined with everything else that had happened tonight… tells Barbara exactly what she has to do. Leaning forward over him, getting nice and close until their faces are inches apart, their lips nearly touching, Barbara stares down into those glowing green eyes. His hands transition from her hips to her ass cheeks, and together the two of them bounce her lower body up and down on his cock all the harder, even as her upper body stays perfectly still.
Letting out a shuddering moan as she cums for him, Barbara is left panting and breathless, knowing that she’s reaching the end of the rope as she goes for one final Hail Mary.
“I-I know you’re nearly, nngh, there big boy. Cum for me. I want… I want you to cum inside of me. I want you to creampie my slutty, empty womb. I want you to BREED me! KNOCK ME UP! MAKE ME INTO YOUR BROODMARE AND IMPREGNATE ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”
Finally, she gets through to him. Barbara chokes on her own spit as she feels his cock pulse and expand inside of her reshaped pussy. Then, she leans back and gets to watch in nigh hysterical fascination as her tight young abdomen balloons outwards. His cum EXPLODES out of his cock just as violently as it has the last few times. But this time, there’s simply nowhere for his seed to go. His thick phallus is doing a spectacular job of plugging up the only exit, her tight, formerly virgin pussy holding him in and clenching down on his shaft.
Mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, Barbara just stares for a moment down at her heavily distended belly. Just imagining how much cum he packed into her womb, how her eggs must be drowning in his seed, makes her squirm… though not in an unpleasant fashion.
“I… uh… t-that’s probably not good.”
Falling forward a moment later, Barbara Gordon, aka the heroine known as Batgirl, collapses forward into Harry’s warm embrace.
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The splash of freezing cold water that wakes Ivy up sees her springing into a seated position in a mixture of furious rage and chilling fear. After all, the last thing Poison Ivy remembered was getting fucked into a stupor within her own lair. But the only time she ever got woken up in such a terrible way was over at Arkham Asylum, where the Neanderthals they allowed to be hired as Orderlies over there delighted in tormenting and humiliating her at her most vulnerable, when she couldn’t take her much desired revenge on them.
Needless to say, Ivy had killed and done even worse to those men every time she managed to once again escape the Asylum. But the fact that she was being woken up in that way left her with the bone-chilling thought, for a moment at least, that she was back in Arkham, that they’d come and got her while she was vulnerable and unconscious and stuffed her back in that stupid Asylum.
But no, as she sits up and whips her head back and forth, her extra senses allow her to reach out and feel the plant life all around her. She’s still in her lair. But then, that leaves her with one simple question. Who the fuck DARES?!
Of course, Ivy’s outrage expression lasts right until she finds out the answer to that question. Her fury sputters and grinds to a halt, replaced by shock and a tendril of fear as she finds herself glared down by not one but TWO angry Kryptonian blondes and Zatanna Zatara herself, in the flesh.
Stood between the two very different versions of Supergirl, Zatanna has her fists planted on her shapely hips and an angry glare on her face as she purses her pouty lips together.
“Where is Harry Potter?”
Blinking rapidly, her first instinct is to attack. This is her house, after all. But no, those are definitely Kryptonians flanking Zatanna on either side, and no amount of magically resistant plants are going to help Ivy against THEM. Glancing around, not seeing Harry OR a certain red headed bat, Ivy… decides to feign ignorance.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Look around, he’s not here!”
Needless to say, Zatanna doesn’t look at all convinced by her little play. Neither do the blondes on either side of her. One of them, the more top-heavy alien, snarls as she leans forward threateningly, in a manner unbecoming of a heroine… but then, Ivy gets the idea rather quickly that she’s NOT one.
“Don’t fucking lie to us. His seed is all over you, you stupid skank. I can SMELL it. WE can smell it.”
The actual Supergirl, or at least the one wearing Supergirl’s costume, nods firmly at that, her arms crossed over the S on her chest as she glares daggers at Ivy. Zatanna, meanwhile, smirks evilly and gestures over Ivy’s shoulder.
“Not to mention her.”
Glancing back, Ivy pales and then blushes at the sight of Harley Quinn, still blissed out from her anal fucking… but of course, begging under her breath all the same.
“P-Please Mistah H. Please fuck me more with your big fat cock. You’re so much better than the Joker! I want it, Mistah H! Please~”
Scowling at her horny slutty partner’s inability to keep her mouth shut, Ivy turns back to the three heroines staring her down, ready to try to keep bullshitting her way out of this. But before she can speak, Zatanna snaps her fingers and overrides her.
“You might need a refresher course on exactly what you just experienced. Luckily for you, we three are… experts on the subject.”
Pointing her index fingers at both blondes, Zatanna’s smirk goes absolutely wicked as she snaps out a quick incantation.
“Ekam eseht owt a riap fo skcoc tsuj ekil ruo s’rovel!”
A pair of double-headed dildos form inside of the two super-women, causing the blondes to throw back their heads and moan happily in eerie synchronicity, while the magical dildos jut out from them with the same exact length and girth of Harry’s cock.
“Get her, girls!”
Ivy doesn’t even have time to gulp before the blonde pair of extremely powerful aliens descend upon her in a flash.
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