BATGIRL THE TRAP AN A.I ANIMATED STORY

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of fan fiction.

The characters of Batgirl and Harley Quinn are the property of DC Comics and their respective copyright holders.

This story is intended for a mature audience due to explicit content and themes depicted.

This is still a work in progress, and some of the visuals will be reworked at a later date.

Any feedback will be greatly appreciated. In any event, I hope you enjoy the read!

Special Thanks:
To Mighty Hypnotic, for the creation of this site (and the lasting influence of his career).
To Tallyhoo, for convincing me not to give up (and the lasting influence of his career).
To Mr. X, for initiating his thread on Hailuo.AI (and the lasting influence of his career).
To DonShip, for sparking my own storytelling journey (and the lasting influence of his career).
To Christina Carter, for bringing to life unspoken fantasies (and the lasting influence of her career).

Very Special mention:

To Emily Addison and Christina Carter, for inspiring this story and every moment within.

CHAPTER I

Batgirl slowly opened her eyes, feeling the weight of defeat pressing down on her. In the distance, a faint metallic sound echoed—chains rattling in time with her quickening breaths. She blinked several times, struggling to discern anything in the pitch-black void surrounding her.

All she could feel was the cold steel digging into her skin—she was strapped to some sort of metal contraption. Her body twisted in an unnatural position, legs pulled apart at odd angles, arms pinned back behind her. Each of her muscles were stained under the effort required to achieve such a position. She had to break free at all cost.

She struggled and squirmed, but every time she moved, a jolt of electricity coursed through her body; her restraints were electrified. But it wasn’t just physical pain; it felt like something was making its way into her body as well, slowly penetrating as she resisted. “What is this?” she thought, panic rising. “How did I let it come to this?”

Her mind flickered back to how it had all begun. After the Joker’s death—a loss that had claimed Batman’s life—she had thrown herself into hunting down his remaining henchmen, desperate to close a chapter that still haunted Gotham. The hunt had led her to one of Joker’s old lairs, an abandoned amusement park reeking of madness.

The place had Batgirl on edge from the get-go. Perhaps not enough. The last thing she could trace back before the darkness was the sickly sweet scent of gunpowder… and bubblegum.

Her attempt at a recollection of event was cut short when the neon lights above her sputtered to life, casting brief pulses of purple, red, and green that danced across the room. Each flicker was like a disjointed glimpse into a nightmare, and in their sickly glow, she began to see the room for what it was.

It felt like she was bound within the skeletal frame of a metallic cube—an open, twisted box in a room where broken mirrors lined the walls, reflecting her form from every angle in grotesque distortion.

Another flicker. She could make out faint glimpses of eerie, oversized clown heads hung like grim trophies, their painted grins twisting into sinister smirks beneath the stuttering lights.

With each new flicker, the room seemed to stretch, revealing more disturbing details, as if it spiraled into a nightmare with no end. “Joker hideout, all right,” Barbara thought.

A stuttering neon buzz accompanied her every breath, while mauve, scarlet, and emerald hues cast grotesque shadows upon the cracked walls, warping the space and the chains around her into a tangible nightmare.

In one flash, Batgirl caught sight of her own reflection.

Her trousers had been teared off and a huge, penis-shaped device was strapped to her waist and thighs, secured by tight leather and metal restraints that suppressed any attempts to loosen her bonds.

With each futile effort, she realized the deviant contraption responded to her every movement, penetrating deeper with each squirm.

“No, no, no! This is not happening!” she thought, her breath quickened as a foul smell wafted from her own body—sweat mingling with the pungent aroma of her love fluids, creating a suffocating haze around her. She tried to break free once more, panic clawing at her insides, mixing with an overwhelming wave of discomfort.

She could feel the heat rising in her body, a shameful flush creeping over her as she fought against the Machiavellian shackles. Sweat beaded on her brow as fear clawed at her insides. This wasn’t just a trap; it was a sadistic game designed to torment her.

“No, no, no, no…” The sensation of the contraption burrowing inside her had her panting uncontrollably. Her legs shook with a tumult of determination, struggle, and fear.

Then, from the shadows, came a high-pitched giggle that made Batgirl’s blood run cold. Only one person could be behind such a diabolical sound: Harley Quinn.

“Well, well, well! Looks like Batsy is finally up! I couldn’t wait for you to see my little setup!” Harley emerged, a twisted grin stretching across her face, reveling in Batgirl’s fear and discomfort.

Harley stepped closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, don’t look so scared, Batsy! We are just getting started!” She knelt beside her prey, her fingers dancing playfully over Batgirl’s limbs, teasing the taut muscles beneath the suit. “Let’s see just how resistant you are, shall we?”

Batgirl tensed, a jolt of electricity pulsing through her as Harley gripped her left arm and tugged it back just enough to make her squirm. “No, stop! You don’t have to do this!” Batgirl gasped, the device responding to her every movement, pressing deeper.

Harley giggled, a sound laced with sadistic delight. “Oh, but I do, actually!” she sneered, nudging Batgirl’s cheek with a mocking touch to ensure she had her attention. “See, sweetie, I lured you here to pay for Mr. J.” She released Batgirl’s arm and shifted to her right leg, gripping it tightly. “Since I couldn’t get the Bat, I figured I’d just have to settle for the brat!”

Batgirl struggled, gritting her teeth as the device writhed inside her, invading her with each deliberate tug. “You’re insane, Harley! You think this will make any difference?” she protested, her heart racing.

Harley laughed, her voice echoing in the darkness. “Oh, but it will! Just think of the joy it’ll bring me, watching you wriggle and twist! You’re going to pay for all the times you got in Mr J’s way.” She began to methodically toy with Batgirl’s limbs, twisting and pulling, her fingers exploring every sensitive area, savoring the discomfort she was causing.

Batgirl felt a mixture of anger and humiliation flooding her senses. “You won’t win, Harley! You can’t break me!” she shouted, though each word came out strained as the device tightened its grip.

“Is that so?” Harley retorted, her grin widening. “Let’s see how long you can hold on to that spirit, shall we?” She pulled Batgirl’s right leg further apart, forcing her to writhe against the unforgiving metal.

With every movement, Batgirl felt the device push deeper, a maddening combination of pain and unwanted pleasure flooding her senses. “You’re sick! You won’t get away with this!” she gasped, her breaths coming in short, panicked bursts.

“Oh, but I already have, sweet Batsy! Just look at you!” Harley teased, her fingers dancing across Batgirl’s skin. “This is just a little taste of what’s to come. I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”

As Harley continued her cruel game, Batgirl fought against the rising tide of pleasure and shame. She could feel herself slipping, the electric pulses making her skin tingle with confusion. “I won’t give in!” she vowed silently, desperate to regain control over her own body.

Harley leaned in closer, her voice a sultry whisper filled with mockery. “You know, Batsy, deep down, that you’ll give in. It’s only a matter of time.” She tilted her head, eyes glinting with excitement as she traced a finger down Batgirl’s thigh. “You should see yourself shaking when mommy touches you.”

Batgirl felt a rush of fear, her heart pounding as Harley’s finger slid dangerously close to her most vulnerable spots. “You’re sick, Harley! Get your filthy hands off me!” she spat, but her voice trembled, betraying the fear coursing through her.

“Aw, sweetie, don’t be such a bore!” Harley teased, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Just think of all the fun we could have if you’d only relax.”

Before she could respond, Harley pressed her finger against Barbara’srectum, teasing the entrance. The electric device pulsed again, causing her to involuntarily tense up, the sensation mixing with a rush of delectation as the device found its way even deeper. “No! Get away from me!” she screamed, her body instinctively trying to resist.

Harley giggled, undeterred by Batgirl’s protests. “Oh, but I think you are going to like this,” she cooed, slowly pushing her finger inside her butthole. “Just let go, Batsy. It’ll be so much easier if you do.”

Batgirl gasped, a wave of conflicting sensations crashing over her. She fought against the restraints, her body rebelling against the invasive touch. “I won’t—” she began, but Harley’s finger found its way deeper, forcing her to stifle a moan.

“ It’s not so bad, is it?” Harley purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Just give in, and I promise it’ll feel so much better.”

Batgirl’s mind raced, panic clawing at her throat as she grappled with the overwhelming sensations. “I will not be a part of your twisted games!” she protested weakly, though her body betrayed her, reacting to the illicit invasion.

Harley chuckled, twisting her finger slightly, sending fresh waves of sensation through Batgirl. “Oh, Batsy, you’re already mine. Just admit it, and I’ll show you how much fun we can have!”

Batgirl’s resolve wavered, the mixture of pain and something else pulling at her core. “No… I won’t give in,” she gasped, desperate to maintain control, even as Harley continued her torment.

She groaned in protest, feeling the electric current surge through her body yet again. “Fuck,” she cursed under her breath as she struggled against the restraints holding her in place.

But it was no use; they held firmly onto her, keeping her in this humiliating position. She felt exposed and vulnerable, every movement only heightening the sensation inside her. Her heart raced, and the smell of fear mixed with arousal filled the room with an intensity that made Harley chuckle menacingly. “That’s it, Batsy,” she purred, licking her lips as she watched Batgirl’s helpless writhing beneath her gaze.

Batgirl closed her eyes tightly, trying to fight off the arousal that threatened to consume her but found herself unable to deny how good it felt to be taken in this way. Every time she moved, the device within her vagina throbbed in response and sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

“Please stop,” she panted, feeling the warmth between her legs building rapidly despite herself. The stink of sex and sweat filled her nostrils. Batgirl fought against both fear and desire, both equally unbearable. “I-I can’t…” She tried one last time before giving in to the pleasure coursing through every nerve.

“Oh, Batsy,” Harley crooned, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “I can smell how much you love this.” She slipped two fingers inside Batgirl’s aching ass, curling them expertly to find the spot that made the heroine arch her back with a guttural moan. “That’s right, let it out, little brat.”

As Harley relentlessly pumped her fingers in and out of Batgirl’s tight channel, the electric device inside her buzzed to life once more. Bolts of sensation tore through her body as she lost control of herself completely.

“Aaaaahhhhhaaahhhh” Batgirl’s body tensed, clenching around Harley’s fingers as they fucked her tight asshole. She felt herself melting under the onslaught of pleasure and pain, her mind a scrambled mess of conflicting emotions. “Please, stop!” she begged, her voice hoarse and ragged.

Harley chuckled darkly, leaning in to whisper close to Batgirl’s ear. “No way, Batsy,” she purred, her breath hot against her skin. “Feeling good yet? Let it consume you.”

With each thrust of Harley’s fingers, Batgirl could feel the device inside her pussy twitch and throb in response. Being fucked from both ends at once, helpless. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she fought against the rising tide of ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm her. She writhed against the restraints holding her body in place, but they only dug deeper into her skin with every movement. The electricity coursing through her only intensified the feeling of fullness inside her widened holes.

As Harley’s fingers continued to plunder her ass, Batgirl’s hips bucked up into the motion, unable to resist the urge to seek more of whatever it was that made her whole body shudder with delight. The heat between her legs grew unbearable, and she could feel herself getting closer to another orgasm – a thought that filled her with horror yet also made her wetter than ever before.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered, feeling embarrassed by how good it felt. Her body was on fire, aching for release but also wanting more of this torment. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was by Harley’s brutal touch.

Harley grinned wickedly at Batgirl’s reaction, taking pleasure in seeing the usually stoic heroine reduced to a quivering mess under her touch. She continued to finger-fuck Batgirl’s ass, slapping it hard every now and then just to keep her in line.

Batgirl shuddered at the contact, arching her back as another wave of pleasure washed over her. Her head thrashed from side to side against the cold steel restraints holding her in place, producing an eerie metallic sound echoing throughout the abandoned floor. The device inside of her pussy pulsed again, sending relentless shockwaves of ecstasy.

“Naaaaagghhh I’m gonna cuuuum…” Batgirl was silenced by a sharp smack across the face from Harley’s leather-clad hand. The device came to a sudden stop that deprived her of release. Harley playfully removed her other hand tracing a circle around her ring. “No, please!”

“What’s that, Batsy? Are you ready to give in now? Cuz’ if you want me to finish you, you’ll have to be nice to me now,” Harley taunted with a wicked grin. Harley hooked a finger under the edge of Barbara’s costume, her grip possessive as she pressed her lips against hers with a lavish, lingering kiss.

Barbara’s mind was a jumble of emotions. Confusion, shame, fear, and pleasure all competing for attention as she tried to make sense of the situation. With a shaky voice, she asked, “What…what do you want from me, Harley?”

“I really, really, really wanna zigazig, ah.” Harley exclaimed with a playful glint in her eye as she pulled down her pants, revealing a shaved snatch glistening with arousal above Batgirl’s head. “If you wanna cum, bitch, lick my pussy. Now!” she demanded, her voice dripping with authority and lust.

CHAPTER II

Batgirl’s head was trapped between Harley’s thighs, giving her no chance to break free. “I told you to do it now!” Harley emphasized her demand with a hard slap to Barbara’s temple.

“This joke is in poor taste, Har…” Batgirl’s words were cut off as Harley’s fingers invaded her mouth, leaving behind their lingering flavor.

“Can you taste it, Bat slut? That sweet and tangy nectar dripping from your tiny little hole,” Harley laughed as she twirled her finger around inside Barbara’s mouth. “Don’t pretend like your ring wasn’t dancing on this just a second ago.” She pulled her finger away from Barbara, who spat in disgust, trembling and with tears in her eyes. “Now, I want you to suck on my clit like your life depends on it, because it does!”

Harley gripped a remote control in her hand and shouted, “Let the fun begin!” Her maniacal laughter filled the room as she pressed a button on the device. Batgirl’s body was overwhelmed with pleasure from the electrifying shocks, leaving her completely at Harley’s mercy and unable to resist the euphoric sensations.

Harley purred, “You may be a tough one! But even you can’t resist my special toys.” She let out a maniacal laugh as she observed Batgirl’s futile attempts to break free.

Harley pressed her feet down on Batgirl’s neck, keeping her head still as she lowered herself onto her face. She parted her lips, exposing her wet folds to the cool air. Barbara squirmed in reluctance as Harley hovered just above her face.

Harley commanded, pushing down with all her strength on the heroine’s chin. “Lick it, slut!”

Batgirl’s thoughts raced as she struggled against her captor. “I can’t let myself be controlled like this,” she thought fiercely. She tried to resist, but another powerful electric shock surged through her body, overwhelming her.

“I told you to lick it, bitch!” Harley taunted with the controller in her hand, turning up the intensity to its maximum level. “This is your last chance, Batsy! You can either worship me or fry!”

Barbara’s eyes welled up with tears as she hesitantly stuck out her tongue to lap at Harley’s swollen pussy lips. “Oh fuck, yes… eat me out!” She cried out, arching her back and thrusting her hips forward to drive her clit against Batgirl’s lips.

The taste of arousal mixed with a hint of sweat filled her mouth. As Harley’s fingers threaded through her hair, holding her lips in place, Batgirl’s tongue began to explore more fervently. The more she licked and sucked, the more Harley moaned in delight.

“Oh fuck, Batsy,” Harley breathed, her voice heavy with lust. “You’re so fucking good at this.”Harley purred like a cat in heat. “That’s it, lick it like you mean it!” She ground herself against Batgirl mouth with a vicious energy, her dripping fluids smearing the face of the distressed heroine, who let a sob escape. “Cry on my coochie Batsy!”

Eagerly, Batgirl continued to lap and suck at Harley’s pussy, her tongue darting in and out of the tight folds, tasting the salty-sweet nectar that coated her face. Harley moaned louder, her body shuddering with each stroke of the eager tongue. The sound echoed off the walls of the abandoned hideout they found themselves in, bouncing back and forth.

Her hips slammed into Batgirl’s face, putting more pressure on her nose and mouth as she rode her hard. “Yes, yes,” Harley panted, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “Drink my cum, batgirl.” She groaned as she felt the familiar tingling sensation building up deep inside her. Her thighs trembled slightly from the effort of holding Batgirl down, but she didn’t care; all that mattered was the pleasure coursing through her veins.

As the two women breathed heavily, the sound of wet flesh on skin echoed in the room. “ Why am I liking this?” Barbara couldn’t help but wonder. The combination of cool air and the potent scent of sweat and arousal, created a heady aphrodisiac that only heightened their intense connection. The rough rub of Harley’s tights against Batgirl’s cheeks, left behind a sticky residue that clung to her skin.

Harley’s fingers rubbed her clit roughly. The vision of Harley swiping left and right on her erected button incited a wave of pleasure to invade Batgirl’s body, making her whimper and squirm beneath Harley’s weight. “I knew you had it in you Batsy!” She laughed sardonically, “Well let’s see how you like that!”

Harley rose to her feet, giving Barbara a chance to catch her breath with a deep gasp. But just as quickly as she had stood up, Harley spun around and pressed her tight anus onto the heroine’s open mouth.

The smacking sounds intensified as Harley continued to ride Batgirl’s face, her ass now directly above her mouth. Barbara could feel the heat radiating off of it, the musky scent making her lightheaded with arousal. “You like this, don’t you?” She purred down at the defeated heroine, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Before Batgirl could respond, Harley lifted her hand end high into the air and lowered herself down onto Batgirl’s buttcheek in a playful slap.

The coolness of Harley’s asshole contrasted sharply with the warmth of her pussy on Batgirl’s tongue. At first, she tried to pull away, but the electric shocks from the sinful toy lodged inside her made any movement impossible. All she could do was whimper as she tasted Harley’s backside. “This is incredibly degrading,” Barbara couldn’t believe how filthy this encounter had become.

Harley laughed maniacally again, feeling a wave of power wash over her at Batgirl’s submission. Her hips began to move in circles on top of Batgirl’s face, grinding against both orifices eagerly. “You like drinking my cum? Well now you get to taste my shit, too.” She groaned in ecstasy, leaning forward to place one hand on the frame for support.

Batgirl couldn’t help but moan around Harley’s anus as it slid against her tongue; it was a mix of disgust and desire that left her confused. “ Why does this feel so good” She could feel the plaything dive inside herself while trying to breathe through the putrid taste invading her senses. Every time she gagged or struggled against the intrusion on her face, it as if the device reacted in a sadistic manner compelling her to extend her tongue against her own will.

Harley’s laughter became more vicious, her hips slamming harder into Batgirl’s face. Smacking noises, creating a perverse symphony of lust. The stench made it difficult for Batgirl to breathe through her mouth.

Harley’s hand tightened on Batgirl’s hair, forcing her head to move with each thrust. Despite the pain, Batgirl couldn’t help but feel an intense wave of pleasure rushing through her body. “I can’t resist,” Barbara thought, torn between agony and ecstasy.

The device inside her pussy continued to send shocks of pleasure that left her helpless under Harley’s control. She could have tried to push against Harley’s thighs, but they were too strong for her feeble attempts at resistance.

Harley Quinn leaned forward, breathing heavily as she looked down at the struggling Batgirl beneath her. Her chest heaved up and down with each labored breath, while beads of sweat trickled down between her ample breasts. “You like this?” She hissed between clenched teeth. “You like being used like this?” She pulled away from Batgirl’s face suddenly and smirked cruelly at the trembling heroine below her.

Batgirl tried to pull away from Harley’s grasp, but the shocks from the device inside her pussy kept her rooted in place. She looked up at Harley with pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than to escape this humiliating situation. But all she could do was moan uncontrollably.

With a sneer, Harley glared down at the trembling vigilante, her remote control in hand. “You’re not even worthy of licking my ass,” she spat, relishing in Barbara’s fear. “I want you to beg for it!”

Barbara’s eyes widened in protest, but deep down she couldn’t fight the overwhelming desire to give in to Harley. “Nevvvvverrrraaaaarrrrhhh!”

Harley quickly retaliated, releasing a 25000 volt shock that sent Barbara into violent spasms. So violent that the chains restraining her suddenly gave way as she convulsed and fell to the ground. A trail of drool escaped from her mouth, and for a brief moment, an electric arc crackled around her lips until Harley shut off the device.

Harley chuckled as she observed the outcome of her awaited payback. “What was it honey?” she inquired, “ I didn’t quite catch that.”

Barbara was splayed out on the frigid, metallic surface, the sharp smell of scorched fibers mixing with her own charred flesh. The electricity had stopped flowing, but the intense agony continued to pulse through her body, leaving her struggling for air.

She gasped for air, her lungs burning with the pain that shot through her chest. Each breath was a struggle, as if she were inhaling sharp shards of glass that scraped against her throat, mirroring the torture that had just taken place.

“I… I ca-c-ca” The words came out jagged and gasping. She struggled against the agony, her body quivering uncontrollably as if still under the shock of electricity. Each breath was a battle, her muscles contracting and convulsing, a cruel reminder of the agility she once possessed.

Her heart pounded in her ears, drowning out the world around her, the sound almost deafening. “Urrghh…” A guttural sound escaped her lips as she fought against the fire burning in her lungs. With each gasp, the ache radiated through her ribs, reminding her of her vulnerability despite the armor she wore—both physical and emotional.

Every fiber of her being screamed in protest; her limbs felt heavy, unresponsive, as if the very essence of Batgirl had been stripped away. She tried to focus, to regain control, but the sensations overwhelmed her. “Stay… Barb…ara” she whispered to herself, a mantra against the rising tide of panic.

She forced her eyes open, the harsh light stinging, and scanned the dimly lit room. Shadows danced around her, echoing her own disorientation. “Come on…” Her voice cracked, wavering between determination and despair. She could feel the remnants of shock coursing through her, each gasp reminding her of the darkness that had threatened to consume her.

“Shall we go for round 2?” Harley asked, starting to touch herself in front of Batgirl’s face distorted by pain.

“P-p-please, H-aaar-rr-ley!” Barbara stuttered, as she sent another jolt of electricity through her with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Batgirl’s body was animated by uncontrollable spasm for a moment as Harley turned off the evil contraption once more. “Last chance Batsy,” Harley taunted with a wicked grin, “I want you to beg me to smother you with my pussy!”

Barbara’s body trembled with visible distress, her skin marred by deep, purple bruises that seemed to pulsate with pain. Her eyes blazed with a fiery intensity, their wild movements reflecting the chaos within her mind. She appeared deranged and unhinged, her expression contorted with madness and delirium.

“P-p-p-p-p…” She could barely form the word, her voice trembling with fear. Harley crouched down with a twisted smile on her face. “What’s that, Batsy? Are you trying to speak? It seems that my last shock has fried your pathetic little brain like a piece of burnt popcorn, darling. How does it feel?”

Barbara convulsed violently, her body contorting in an otherworldly manner as her tongue lolled out of her mouth in a grotesque display. Saliva dripped from her gaping maw in a torrential stream, before she abruptly stopped with a twisted grin spread across her face, resembling that of Harley Quinn’s maniacal smile. In a sudden moment of clarity, Barbara regained control over her body and stood upright, a sinister glint in her eyes.

Harley’s eyes gleam with possessive hunger as she finally sees the signs of surrender she had been waiting for. Without hesitation, she seized her in a dominant and forceful manner, pulling her close and claiming her lips in a fierce kiss. Batgirl was taken aback at first, feigning discomfort and reluctance before giving into the overwhelming intensity of Harley’s passion.

But the fleeting sensation was instantly obliterated as she surrendered herself to the fiery embrace. Their tongues danced wildly in a frenzy, tasting of sweet bubblegum and intoxicating juices that mingled together in a ambrosial brew. Barbara felt her senses explode with pleasure—unable to resist the insatiable hunger for more.

Harley forcefully broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily. “Let’s get you out of that costume,” she said, her voice low and husky.

“ Let’s see…” But before she could finish her sentence, Batgirl’s hungry tongue was in her mouth, ravaging her with wild abandon. Her legs wrap around Harley—grinding the device digging into her wet insides. The pleasure sent shivers down their spines, Harley’s hands tugged at Batgirl’s suit, while Barbara’s grip tightened. Both women hovered on the edge—caught between ecstasy and madness.

Barbara’s voice cracked with desperation as she begged. “Please mommy, lemme eat you, lemme drink you. I crave your pussy, your cum, your ass” She hungrily sucked on Harley’s tongue, tasting the remnants of her juice and feeling a primal urge to worship Harley.

With a twisted grin, Harley groped Barbara’s buttocks viciously, her nails digging into the flesh. “You’ve been such a naughty girl, Batsy,” she hissed. “But don’t worry, Mommy will take care of you now.”

CHAPTER III EMINENCE FRONT (VISUALS UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

Harley’s lips curled into a devilish grin as she gazed down at Batgirl, who squirmed at her feet. Her new plaything was completely at her mercy—wet, exposed, and eager to worship.

She’d lured her pet into the heart of it all: the bedroom of madness. The walls were streaked with scars and smeared trails of blood, while broken pictures and shattered objects were scattered haphazardly across the floor.

A portrait of the Joker hung above the Quinn-sized bed, its canvas slashed and splotched with erratic blotches of lipstick.

Harley lunged, the chain coiling tightly around her prey, her eyes burning with lust as she guided her toward the bed. Batgirl slithered onto the sheets, feral and feline, a wicked grin curling her lips—submissive yet hungry. She teasingly lowered herself onto all fours, teasing and taunting Harley with her exposed sex.

“I want you to fuck me mommy.” she purred temptingly, her hips swaying in a hypnotic invitation for Harley to ravage her.

Barbara’s face was a mess, the aftermath of the intense shock session leaving cruel marks behind. Her eyes were bloodshot, her skin bruised and scratched, the remnants of Harley’s fluids still coating her lips and chin—evidence of the brutal facesitting she’d just endured. Despite the filth of it all, a wild gleam of insatiable lust shone in her eyes, begging for more, craving the debauched punishment that would follow.

The former fearless heroine now appeared as nothing more than a whore. Her cries of pleasure grew louder as Harley slid a chain roughly between Barbara’s legs, the cold metal pressing against her exposed flesh, sending a shivers down her spine.

Harley’s eyes blazed with insatiable desire as she straddled her lover’s hips, eagerly teasing the wet material of her costume with lustful digits. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” she growled, running a finger along Batgirl’s slit. “You’ll be my little slut, won’t you, Batsy?” Harley asked with authority.

Barbara nodded, her eyes filled with desire. “I wanna be your little slut mommy.” she whispered before hungrily lashing her tongue against Harley’s neck like a wild animal in heat. Her wicked cackle echoed through the room as Batgirl traced her tongue along the curve of her neck, exploring every inch.

Harley’s eyes sparkled with wicked delight as she reached beneath the cushions for her special toy. It was a grotesque strap-on dildo, lovingly molded after the Joker’s “family jewels”—a perverse heirloom to keep her entertained in his absence. The emerald-hued silicone shimmered in the dim light, its veiny surface glistening obscenely.

Harley strapped on the toy, her eyes burning with desire as she towered over Barbara. She traced her fingers along Barbara’s trembling body, igniting every nerve with pleasure. “C’mon, Batsy, open up nice and wide,” Harley purred, her grin stretching wickedly. “It’s snack time puddin’! Today’s special? A big, fat sausage just for you!” she said, giving the strap-on a playful tap.

In her delirium of lust and submission, Batgirl’s eyes locked onto the garish toy—her mouth falling open, tongue lolling out wantonly as she instinctively craned her neck forward. Harley’s lips curled as she slowly traced Batgirl’s trembling lips with the tip of the monstrous toy, before slowly pushing it past her eager lips. A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled from Harley’s chest, eyes glittering with cruel pleasure. as she watched her pet’s throat tightening “Glk… glk… glk-glk-glk!”

Barbara moaned shamelessly around the intrusion, her eyes rolling back as she took it deeper. “Mph… glllkk… gulk-gulk-gulk!” Her throat stretching as she choked and gagged, the muffled gurgles resonated in the abandoned lair. Harley giggled maniacally, her pigtails bobbing as she thrust her hips forward.

“Gul… gulk… gulk-gulk-gulk!” Tears streamed from Barbara’s eyes, smearing her mask, while she gagged on the massive dildo, “Grrk… hrr… glrk-glk-glk!”She looked up at Harley with a mad gaze—her body trembling with each forceful thrust.

Batgirl’s bloodshot eyes still held an undeniable look of arousal—despite each forceful plunge sending shockwaves through every inch of her trembling body.

“That’s it, Bratgirl! Take it all like a good little slut,” Harley taunted in her shrill voice. “Hrr… glk… glk-glk-glk-glrk!” Drool trickled down Barbara’s chin as she gagged and sputtered around the thick shaft. Her throat convulsed as she struggled to breathe, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she gripped Harley’s buttcheeks and took it deeper still.

Her hips thrust even faster as she watched Batgirl struggle to take the entire length of the dildo. ‘Glrk-glk-glk… hrrr… glrk-glk-glk-glk…’ Drool dribbled down Barbara’s chin as she gagged and sputtered around the thick shaft. Harley pushed deeper into Barbara’s throat, indulging in the sight of her eyes rolling back. Her body convulsed, twitching with unrestrained spasms. Then, with a smirk, Harley pulled back just enough to let her free, watching as Barbara’s head fell forward, a wet, ragged gasp tearing from her lips.

“Hahhh—guhh—aaahh” she choked, coughing as her lungs fought to recover, her whole body trembling.

Harley let out a wicked laugh, tilting her head, her eyes alight with deviant delight, as she reveled in Barbara’s disheveled state. “Aww, ha ha ha ha! Holy smokes, puddin”! You really took it like a champ!” she cooed mockingly. Barbara’s mascara had run, leaving dark streaks down her flushed cheeks, while her lips—swollen and glistening with saliva—quivered slightly.

“Such a messy, messy bad girl,” Harley tisked, her voice dripping with mockery. She lifted the slick dildo, smirking as she dragged it along Barbara’s flushed jaw. “Would you look at that! That thing’s wetter than Mr. Freeze in a hot tub!” With a wicked grin, she gave Barbara’s cheek a playful tap with the glistening length, leaving a sticky smear.

Barbara flinched catching her breath in a painful effort, her eyes downcast. Harley grabbed her chin, forcing their gazes to meet.”You’ve been such a good little thing,” she purred with mock sweetness. “I think it’s time to give your pussy a good stretch.”

In a swift motion, Harley spun Barbara around. Harley’s eyes widened as she noticed the device still lodged inside Batgirl’s pussy—“Well, ain’t that somethin’!” she said with a sly grin. “Oh fuck it!” She quickly began unfastening the metal restraints around Barbara’s trembling thighs. As the contraption came loose, Barbara let out a soft, helpless whimper.

Harley’s fingers curled around the base of the device, her touch as deliberate as it was mercilessly slow. As she began to pull, Barbara’s body betrayed her—trembling uncontrollably, every nerve alight with the unbearable tension of her arousal. Harley paused, savoring the way Barbara’s insides clenched desperately, resisting and yielding in turn. Her body quaked, every nerve of her throbbing cunt screaming in raw, desperate overload. Finally, with an excruciatingly languid motion, she slid the device free.

Barbara’s cry shattered the stillness—a raw, guttural sound of carnal release, leaving no doubt that she was utterly undone. Her climax erupted with a force that stunned them both, a warm, unrestrained gush that struck Harley’s. Harley gasped, her lips parting in shock and delight as the heat of Barbara’s surrender painted her skin.

“Hoooly smokes, baby! That toy really messed you baaad! Ahaahahaha!” Harley brushed Batgirl’s wet mess off her chin. “I really don’t know which one to pick, I mean, look at you.” As she laughed maniacally, Harley grabbed ahold of her strap-on and slapped it on Batgirl’s asshole.

“Hmmmmm,” Barbara moaned.

“Shut up, you stupid broad!” Harley slapped her prisoner’s ass cheeks hard, leaving a red imprint on her skin. Harley grabbed her strap-on once more, bringing it down with a sharp slap against Batgirl’s drenched, trembling pussy. The obscene smack of plastic against her bare, sensitive flesh echoed through the room—a resounding reminder of Batgirl’s complete surrender and helplessness.

Harley tilted her head, her lips curling into a wicked grin, leaning in just enough for Barbara to feel the heat of her breath, her voice dropping to a playful, mocking whisper. “Oh, I’ve got an idea…” Slowly, Harley dragged the dildo across Barbara’s quivering body, her voice sing-song as she began a twisted game.

“Eeny…” she cooed, pausing to circle the tip over Barbara’s puckered anus. “Meeny…” She shifted the toy, letting it glide teasingly over the swollen, throbbing folds of her pussy.

Harley’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight as she brushed the tip back to Barbara’s tight, clenched ass. A pungent scent of sweat and raw desire heated the air. “Miny…” she murmured, pressing the toy harder, the tension was electric as the head hovered just above Barbara’s ravaged, glistening pussy, gliding slickly against her flushed skin, leaving trails of heat in its wake.

“Moe…” she continued, her breath warm and deliberate against Barbara’s ear, leaning in as if to whisper a secret. A strand of spit slipped from Harley’s mouth, falling deliberately as she let it land on the strap-on, accentuating the obscenity of the moment.

She pressed the strap-on firmly against the trembling rim of Barbara’s body. “Catch Batgirl by her toe,” Harley purred, her voice dripping with mockery as she leaned back to admire her handiwork. Barbara’s body quivered beneath her, helpless tremors rolling through her as she squirmed against the unrelenting pressure. Harley’s grin widened, reveling in the sight of her plaything’s futile struggles, each shake and shiver only deepening her delight.

A sly smile spread across Harley’s face as she taunted Barbara, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. She tapped the head of the strap-on against Barbara’s sensitive lips, eliciting a quivering response from her thighs. Slowly, deliberately, she pressed the toy against Barbara’s already overstimulated holes, relishing in the sight of her squirming and moaning beneath her. “Let her go,” she said, each word punctuated by a measured thrust of the dildo into Barbara’s gaping butt hole. “My mother told me to pick the very best one… and you, my dear, are it?” Batgirl had pushed herself onto the dildo, causing it to almost disappear inside her.

“Take it! Take my ass with your big fat cock!” she grunted as Harley began to pound into her ass furiously, making Barbara yelp in pain mixed with pleasure. The sound of their bodies smacking together echoed through the room, accompanied by grunts and moans of ecstasy.

Harley reached for Batgirl’s hair, pulling it back as she forcefully exposed her neck. She sank her teeth into the tender skin, claiming it as her own while continuing to thrust into Batgirl’s rear with unrelenting force. “You belong to me now,” she growled in between bites, playfully spitting on Batgirl’s neck before moving her hands down to tease her pert nipples.

Batgirl arched her back as Harley’s touch elicited intense sensations throughout her body. She struggled to catch her breath as she was brought to levels of pleasure she never imagined. Her fingers grasped at the bed frame, searching for something to hold onto, but they came up empty; all that existed was Harley’s complete dominance over her.

“You belong to me now,” Harley declared, their bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat as they continued to move together on the bed. With each thrust, Harley pulled out just enough to spit into Batgirl’s opening before plunging back in with force. “Harder!” Barbara moaned, unable to resist begging for more as she was taken so roughly by the twisted villain who had just claimed her as her own.

Harley pounded Barbara from behind with urgency, their bodies moving in sync to create a perverse rhythm that filled the room. With each thrust, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the room in a steady “thwack, thwack, thwack.” The pace quickened and intensified as Harley pulled out and pushed back in, this time faster and harder, prompting loud moans from Barbara. Her arousal only increased as her pussy continued to release its sweet nectar onto the sheets beneath them, while her tight ass clenched around the toy invading it.

Harley’s hands gripped Barbara’s hips tightly as she thrust into her anus. “You! Like! Being! Fucked! Like! That! Don’t ya?” She couldn’t deny the intense desire to be taken by Harley, but a small voice in her head reminded her that this wasn’t right. Yet, when Harley slapped her ass with such force, all rational thoughts disappeared, and she could only moan in response. “Yes, Mommy,” she breathed out, giving in to the woman who was now inside her.

Harley’s hand reached around, grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing the nipple tightly enough to make her gasp. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” she whispered into her neck as she gently nibbled on the sensitive skin. Barbara whimpered in response, unable to deny the truth of her words or fight against the intense wave of pleasure that washed over her.

“Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack…” Harley tightened her hold on Barbara’s hair and yanked her head back hard, forcing her to look at her as she continued to fuck her mercilessly.

Her eyes were wild with desire and something else—something darker that sent shivers down Barbara’s spine. She didn’t care; all she knew was that she wanted more of this wild ride with Harley.

With each thrust, Harley’s hand moved down to Barbara’s cunt, gripping it roughly and tracing circles around her swollen clit. As her fingers danced over the sensitive skin, Barbara could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her. The pleasure pulsed through her body, mingling with the sensations of Harley’s body moving against hers, until she couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a gasp as she reached climax.

Barbara moaned in unrestrained pleasure, her voice rough and raw, thick with desire. “Fuck yeah,” she gasped, her words broken and hoarse as her body writhed beneath Harley’s relentless control.

“That’s it, baby,” Harley purred, her voice dripping with mock affection. “Take it all. You like that? Being taken like a dirty whore by your nemesis, huh?”

Barbara whimpered in response, her head nodding frantically as her lips parted, desperate for air and unable to form coherent words. Her body spoke for her, arching and trembling, her intense gaze locked on Harley with a fiery mix of submission and need.

Her eyes were glassy with lust, silently pleading for more, begging without words as Harley leaned closer, their breaths mingling in the charged, humid air. “Good girl,” Harley whispered, her grin widening as she pressed her advantage, savoring every moment of Barbara’s complete surrender.

Harley didn’t let up, continuing to thrust hard and fast. “Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack…” Barbara’s body flinched as she cried out. Her inner walls clenched around the dildo in a rhythmic pattern as she was consumed by her orgasm.

Harley spat into her palm, whispering intently, “That’s it, cum for me.” The thrusts and rubs from her captor had Batgirl on the brink of an intense orgasm. “I’m… I’m… I’m…” A sharp slap to her clit sent waves of sensation throughout Bab’s body. With her eyes squeezed shut, she let out a primal roar of release and sheer ecstasy. This time, a massive squirt erupted from Bab’s pulsating pussy so forcefully that Harley was jolted out of her position inside her asshole.

“Hooooooly shit, Batsy!” Harley gasped, her voice filled with joy and astonishment as she leaned back and beamed, showing off her wide grin. “I turned ya into a freakin’ water fountain! Look at this mess!”

The bed where the Joker once slept was now completely saturated in a glistening pool of superheroine’s cum. Harley extended two fingers and drew them through the slick liquid before suckling on them with a dramatic groan.

Harley’s gaze glimmered with a devious plan as she loomed over Barbara’s exhausted and quivering form. Her figure cast a looming shadow over her victim, showing her dominance. “Now, it’s my turn,” she crooned.

With a quick, playful motion, Harley flipped Barbara onto her back, her movements firm but teasing, savoring the way the superheroine’s body yielded to her touch. She brought two fingers, coated in Barbara’s essence, to her mouth and couldn’t help but grin as Barbara willingly opened her lips for her.

Batgirl’s face changed completely, her eyes drooping with a hazy, intoxicated gaze as she eagerly sucked on Harley’s fingers. A desperate moan slipped out from between her lips as she playfully nibbled on the invading digits, her submission to Harley growing stronger with each movement.

Her pussy continued to contract in a rhythmic pattern, each spasm a reminder of the unrelenting waves that had assaulted her insides. Despite being completely exhausted, she was still craving more. The air was filled with a pungent smell, enveloping them in a bubble of lust and heat as Harley prepared to fully dominate her submissive partner’s surrender.

Harley couldn’t resist the sight before her. Barbara, laid out beneath her, completely consumed by pleasure and surrender to her desires. It was almost too tempting for Harley to continue teasing and not give in to her own urges.

Harley’s grin softened, but her eyes burned with feral intensity as she reached for the bindings, her fingers trembling—not with hesitation, but with raw, unbridled lust. The sight of Barbara’s body, glistening with sweat, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, was enough to set Harley’s pulse racing. With a flick of her wrist, the restraints fell away. Harley and Barbara’s faces were mere inches apart. “Can’t have my little plaything all tied up when there’s so much more fun to be had,” she murmured, her lips brushing against Barbara’s cheek, her tone laced with both affection and predatory hunger.

Harley’s joy was short-lived as she felt Batgirl’s legs wrap tightly around her waist, holding her in place with unexpected force. “What…?” Harley stuttered, her smile fading as realization began to dawn.

Barbara’s body, moments ago limp and pliant, moved with the precision of a predator springing a trap. Her thighs tightened like a vice, her hands sliding up Harley’s shoulders in what seemed like a tender caress—until her fingers curled into the crook of Harley’s neck.

“Did you really think I’d break that easily?” Barbara whispered, her voice low and dangerous, tinged with a mocking sweetness that mirrored Harley’s own earlier taunts. With a sharp twist, she shifted their weight, flipping Harley onto her back with a thud that echoed through the room.

With one swift movement, Barbara’s legs held Harley in place while her arm wrapped around her neck in a chokehold that was impossible to break. “You forgot who you were dealing with,” Batgirl hissed, her breath tickling Harley’s ear as she spoke with a commanding tone—and a hint of smugness. “Now it’s your turn to feel the pressure, clown.”

Harley thrashed beneath Barbara’s iron grip—her body bucking wildly as she clawed at the arm wrapped around her throat. Her nails scraped desperately against Batgirl’s forearm, but Barbara didn’t flinch—her muscles taut and unyielding. Harley’s legs kicked out—her boots thudding against the floor, the chaotic energy that once defined her now reduced to a frantic, animalistic struggle for air.

“Ghh—B-Batsy…” Harley wheezed, her voice strangled as her fingers pried uselessly at Barbara’s hold. Her once-manic grin twisted into a grimace—eyes wide with disbelief and panic. Each second dragged like an eternity as the pressure mounted—the room spinning around her in dizzying spirals.

Barbara’s face was cold, impassive—save for the slight smirk curling at the corner of her lips. “Shh,” she whispered mockingly, her tone calm—almost soothing. “Go to sleep, Harley.”

The edges of Harley’s vision blurred—the vibrant chaos of the room dimming to muted shadows. Her limbs grew heavy—her struggles weakening with each passing second. Finally, with a strangled gasp, her body went slack—her head lolling to the side as unconsciousness swallowed her whole.

EPILOGUE

The cool night air hit Barbara’s face like a balm—a stark contrast to the suffocating heat of the madhouse below. She stumbled onto the rooftop, her body battered and aching, every movement a sharp reminder of the ordeal she had endured. Her limbs felt heavy, her lungs burned with every breath—but she didn’t care. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she was free.

Gotham city sprawled before her—a glittering web of lights and shadows, the hum of distant traffic reaching her ears like a faraway melody. She leaned against the edge of the rooftop, her chest rising and falling as she savored the crisp air, letting it fill her, wash over her, and carry away the lingering weight of captivity.

Barbara’s mind raced with fragmented recollections—Harley’s torture and taunts, the searing heat of her own rage, the calculated moment she reclaimed control. She closed her eyes for a moment, her lips curling into a faint, bittersweet smile. Broken, yes—but not beaten. She had survived. She had won.

When she opened her eyes, her gaze instinctively turned upward, drawn by a glimmer in the sky. A streak of light arced through the darkness, growing larger, clearer. The wind shifted as a figure descended—her red cape billowing behind her, catching the moonlight like a beacon.

Supergirl landed gracefully, her blonde hair gleaming, her piercing blue eyes locking onto Barbara’s. “Need a lift?” she asked, her voice soft but steady—carrying a promise of safety and camaraderie.

Barbara straightened, despite the exhaustion weighing her down, her lips quirking into a tired but grateful smile. “I need a cocktail too!” The sight of Supergirl was more than a rescue—it was hope.

Supergirl’s gaze lingered on Barbara—concern flickering in her blue eyes as she stepped closer. “Barbara… what happened down there?” she asked softly, her tone gentle but insistent—as though bracing for an answer she might not want to hear.

Batgirl’s lips quirked into a tired, knowing smirk, her exhaustion barely masking the simmering satisfaction in her eyes. “See for yourself,” she said, her voice hoarse but steady—gesturing faintly toward the madhouse below.

Supergirl raised an eyebrow but didn’t hesitate. Her eyes glowed faintly as she activated her X-ray vision—scanning the building. Her face shifted almost imperceptibly when she spotted Harley—bound and immobilized in a twisted parody of her own earlier setup. The metal contraption gripped Harley’s body in a cruel embrace, her legs spread at unnatural angles, her arms wrenched back behind her—leaving her completely vulnerable. The taut strain in her muscles was evident, a stark reflection of the torment she had inflicted on Barbara.

Kara blinked, her glowing eyes fading back to normal—her gaze returning to Batgirl. She scanned her as well, her X-ray vision sweeping over Barbara’s body. The bruises, the strained muscles, the shallow cuts—every mark told a story of pain and defiance. Supergirl’s lips tightened—not with fear—but with a deep-seated worry. “You’re hurt,” she said quietly, her tone laced with concern.

Barbara shrugged, wincing as the motion pulled at her sore shoulder. “I’ll live,” she murmured—though her body trembled with the weight of her ordeal.

Without another word, Supergirl stepped forward and scooped Barbara into her arms—cradling her like she weighed nothing. “We need to get you out of here,” she said firmly—lifting off the rooftop with a gust of wind that sent loose debris scattering.

As they soared above the city, Barbara shifted slightly in Kara’s arms—her curiosity gnawing at her despite the ache radiating through her body. “Seriously, Kara. Why are you here? I didn’t exactly send up a signal.”

Supergirl glanced down at her—her expression unreadable. “I’ve been keeping an eye out,” she admitted—her voice calm but with an undertone that hinted at something deeper.

“Keeping an eye out?” Barbara repeated—raising an eyebrow despite the fatigue dragging at her. “For me?”

Kara hesitated—her lips pressing into a thin line. “Not exactly,” she said finally—her gaze fixed on the horizon as the city lights blurred beneath them.

Barbara frowned—her mind racing to connect the dots. “Kara,” she pressed, her voice firmer now, despite the rasp. “Spit it out. Why are you really here?”

Supergirl sighed—clearly reluctant but knowing Barbara wouldn’t let it drop. “It’s complicated,” she started, her words deliberate. “But you’re not the only one who’s been in over your head lately.”

Barbara’s brow furrowed—her exhaustion giving way to sharp focus. “What does that mean? Is someone else in trouble?”

Kara’s eyes flickered with something unreadable—a mix of tension and something like reverence. “Someone big,” she said, her voice dropping slightly—as though the weight of the name alone carried power.

Barbara’s breath caught—realization dawning as she read between the lines. “Kara,” she said slowly—her eyes narrowing. “Who’s in trouble?”

Supergirl finally turned her gaze back to Barbara—her expression grave but resolute. “Diana,” she said—the name hanging in the air like a thunderclap—the weight of it undeniable.

Barbara’s eyes widened—the pain and exhaustion momentarily forgotten as the gravity of Kara’s words sank in. “Wonder Woman?” she whispered—her voice tinged with disbelief and unease.

Kara nodded—her jaw tight. “We’ll talk when you’re patched up. But trust me—this isn’t just about her. It’s bigger than you think.”

The two flew in silence for a moment—the night sky stretching endlessly around them. As the wind carried them farther from the chaos they left behind—Barbara glanced up at Kara, a flicker of determination lighting her bruised features. “You’d better not leave me out of this,” she muttered.

Kara’s lips twitched into a small, knowing smile. “I wouldn’t dare,” she said—her voice tinged with a gravity that promised this was only the beginning.

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