“We’re coming up on the Clocktower, Mistress,” Power Slut called back over her shoulder. On her back was her lover and owner, Harley Quinn, the madwoman tugging at the cape of the corrupted heroine as if it were flight controls.
“Geez, I’m embarrassed to be a villain right now,” Harley pouted, glancing up at the imposing gothic structure after lifting her air pilot goggles from over her eyes.
Her full outfit consisted of her goggles, her blonde hair pulled into twin-tails, red & black tube top, full length red & black skin-tight, spandex pants, red & black booties, and an airforce green pilot’s jacket. The back of the jacket was embossed with a winking caricature of her own face flanked by angel wings on either side and a halo above, the words ‘Harley’s Angel’s written in flowing red text along the bottom of the jacket.
“Ya’d think one of us would at least scope this place out for Bats & Birds!” The jester motioned at the standout Gotham landmark. “I mean, I know I never did. I had bigger tits on my mind! But c’mon!”
“Exactly, my love,” Starr replied, “You had better things to do than chase after heroes. Namely, anything you wanted! Now you do want us and you’ve found one of the Gotham’s heroes’ biggest secrets already!” Power Slut could hear and feel how her praise affected her Mistress. Harley’s heart was beating faster. Her core, shielded by mere millimetres of fabric from Starr’s back, was getting hotter. Power Slut was making her beloved happy and horny, so she continued, “That’s amazing! You’re amazing, Mistress Harley!”
“Aww, shucks!” Harley beamed, leaning down to kiss the back of her whore’s neck, “You know just what to say sometimes, Starr.” Power Slut giggled in reply, her heart-shape thong dampening with her arousal. “Okay, let's make a landing, what floor are my bitches at?”
“Thirteenth, Mistress,” the kryptonian replied, altering her course in line with how Harley was now pulling at her cape, “One below the clockface.”
“Okie-doke,” Harley hummed, “Zee-Zee said just the barriers would be up for show. No alerts will get to B-man, so…” Snapping her goggles back down over her eyes, Harley pressed her body against her slave’s back and ordered, “Ramming speed, Power Slut! Second window from the left!”
“Yes, Mistress!” Starr cried in delight from the extra contact. Extending her gloved fists out in front of her, the alien accelerated toward her directed target.
With her Kryptonian senses, Power Slut was able to see through the mirrored glass to the hardened metal behind. The window itself was big enough to fit herself and her pilot comfortably, but the potential for shrapnel glass and twisted metal harming her precious Mistress was not a risk the love-slave could take. Letting out a blast of heat vision, the former heroine made a clean cut access point. Both the glass and metal layers gave way as perfectly shaped circles on contact with Power Slut’s hands.
“Woo! Best plane ride ever!” Harley exclaimed gleefully as Starr lowered her feet to the ground, the clown-domme now effectively riding piggy-back.
“We have arrived at our destination! We know you have your choices in air-travel and thank you again for riding Power Slut!” Humour had never been a natural talent for Starr in her life as Power Girl, but for Harley she wanted to try.
“Haha! Not bad, my lover!” Harley chortled, pecking Starr’s white painted cheek. “B+, room for improvement, but top notch!” Unwrapping herself from the alien babe, Harley Quinn, Gotham’s Clown Cupid of Crime, stood proud in the middle of the Bird’s Nest common room. “Nice pad. Holy shit they have a pool table, why didn’t I think of that!?”
“We distracted you, Mistress,” Power Slut offered with a cheeky grin, “Sorry.”
“Ooh, two for two, Starr,” Harley chuckled, “Now, where’s…”
Harley’s voice trailed off as she noticed Zee-Zee’s hat resting on a corner of the open room’s couch. Her gaze then followed a path hinted at by two sets of bras & panties leading to what Harley assumed was a bedroom door. One set was red, ‘Zee-Zee’s,’ she thought, and the other blue, ‘Batgirl’s-- Oh fuck!’
"Argh! It's just so hard to choose!" Candy whined dramatically as she looked over the assortment of costume sets she'd laid out for herself.
In training for taking on the mantle of Batwoman, the costume had been one of the easiest decisions for Kate Kane. Foolishly believing that Batman was her inspiration, the aesthetic had all been chosen for and her real choice in making the outfit had been the exact colour scheme: Black base, red trim and her pale white skin as the accent.
"Seriously," Candy scolded herself with a wry smile, glancing down at the crimson Bat insignia across her chest, "how the hell didn't I realise I was such a fangirl?" The broken heroine pinched her hard nipple through the skin tight material, just as her Mistress had done when toying with her. "Might as well have written 'Please take me now, Mistress!' across my tits!"
"So why don't you now, sister?" An enlightened voice spoke from the doorway. Candy Cane recognised that voice and her heart soured.
"Sister Huney!" Turning her head to door, Candy's face beamed with delight. The ex-Huntress might have considered it out of character for Kate Kane, but the twisted nun was happy to see how brightly the Mistress' light now shone in Candy Cane's smile.
"Candy Cane," Huney nodded, stepping into the room and assessing the array of costume sets laid out on the floor, "Mistress Harley has sen-- Mmph!" The devote slut found her words cut short as the unmasked Batwoman rushed forward to plant her red lips firmly onto Huney's own.
In all her previous relationships, Kate Kane had always been the dominant partner. Something from her time as a soldier and vigilante had ingrained the need to act and take or give what she wanted. Right now, Candy Cane wanted to give thanks the woman whom had delivered her into Harley's grasp.
Sister Huney, still relatively new to the world of intimate relations despite her rapid induction over the last week, allowed the other woman's passion to wash over her. With every new lover Huney could learn new ways to explore the pleasures of the flesh she had previously denied herself. New ways to love, pleasure and serve another woman. New ways to better worship her Goddess.
Running her red gauntlet through Huney's raven locks, Candy pushed her tongue into Huney's mouth. She savoured the familiar taste, relishing in the memory of their first kiss that had taken away all her worries. Her free hand fell to Huney's ass, groping at the bronze beneath the white panties before letting the kiss end.
"Praise be to the Mistress," Sister Huney gasped, loosely embracing the redhead to stop her pulling away any further than a couple inches.
"Praise be!" Candy giggled, hugging the nun close, her own juices tickling her skin beneath her suit. "Thank you, Sister Huney!" the once serious redhead gushed, "Thank you for bringing me into the light! Mmm--" The fangirl moaned as Sister Huney renewed the kiss briefly on a even fight for the lead.
"You're welcome, slut," Sister Huney cooed, her moist panties beginning to overflow from the arousal of Candy's recollection of her capture. The two enlightened & horny heroines continued to make-out for another minute, before Sister Huney decided to pull out of the embrace and resume her purpose. "Mistress has sent me to help guide you to your place among her chosen angels."
"Yay!" Candy squealed, bouncing on her feet with excitement, "Mistress is so awesome! Caring about a silly fangirl like me!"
"Mistress Harley is kind and loving," Sister Huney agreed and turned attention back to the set of clothes. "Now, she will return soon and she will want to unwrap her new Candy when she does." The nun said, gesturing to the stained Batwoman suit Candy still wore. "We must have your new look decided by then. It won't do if the world can't see that you're Mistress' property."
"Oh, definitely!" Candy nodded with awe-filled expression, following her fellow slut's every word. "I need to show everyone how much I love Mistress and how cool she is! Especially all those other stupid supersluts who can't see how boring their lives are without her!"
"Indeed, so tell me about what ideas you have..."
“Mistress?” Power Slut sensed a change in her nigh-always confident owner, it wasn’t a change she liked. Harley was trembling. Trembling in fear. “Are you okay?”
“No,” Harley whimpered, her eyes wide and her body frozen, “No, I’m not.”
“What’s wrong, my love, please tell m--” Starr had begun to approach her Mistress, wanting to hug and reassure her, but the madwoman held up her hand to tell her to stop.
“What if it didn’t work right, Starr?” Harley shivered, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks. “What if she doesn’t believe it? How sorry I am!”
Very few things affected Harleen Quinzel deep down anymore. Thanks to the years of abuse at the hands the bastard who’d broken her heart for fun over and over, she rarely let anything but the love of her Angels and Red reach that far into her soul. However, there was no defense against what had happened to Barbara Gordon.
The Joker had ruined another young woman’s life just to prove a point to Batman, and Harley didn’t know if she would’ve even tried to stop him if she’d known.
Harley hadn’t known what he was going to do that night. She had never really known the details of what he did until the angels explained, but she could remember reading the headlines. Watching the heavily cutdown news report and thinking how the stuck up commissioner’s daughter deserved it, all because her dad didn’t get the joke.
“I’m a fuckin’ monster,” Harley seethed through her tears. Crouching down and clenching her eyes shut, Harley gripped her arms with a viscous intensity, “I didn’t know what he did. All I knew was that he hurt Gordon’s kid, but I actually thought what he did was right. That it was all part of some grand fuckin’ punchline! I’m free now. I see him for what he really is, but… How am I any better? How can I face her, Starr? HOW!?”
“Mistress,” Starr tried to answer, her voice soft in a desperate attempt to sooth her beloved, “You ARE different. You show us nothing but love and compassion. You’ve taught us to embrace what we want and who we truly are!” The blonde continued, squatting down next to her Mistress and placing a hand on Harley’s shoulder. “Do you remember what Huney and I were doing when you came to get me?”
Harley turned her head to her pet, sad and perplexed, “Fucking…?”
“Well, Huney had just finished fucking my tight ass, yeah. Making me cum like the slut I am, and I was about to beg for more, but...“ Starr recalled, hoping her fondness of the memory might help lift Harley’s spirits too. “But she'd never have done any of that if it weren’t for you! If you hadn't shown us the truth of what we could be. That anal pounding and the love we share would have been denied to us.” The alien smiled brightly, her heart thumping in her chest as she spoke proudly of her love for Huntress for the first time in her life, "It's only because of you that Huney can fuck me with all her love, but when you arrived we weren’t fucking. We were just holding each other.”
“How’s that a big deal!?” Harley whined, still unable to fully pull herself out of her distress.
“Because! It was because we love each other: Power Slut and Sister Huney. We love each other and we love what you've made us into and: WE. LOVE. YOU. MISTRESS.” Power Slut gushed, kissing her Mistress’ forehead, “And now we want to show the world that love. To be examples for all those boring superhotties out there! All for you!"
“You’re starting to sound like, Huney,” Harley sniffed, smiling at her slave.
“Well, she, uh, kinda sings your praises when we fuck,” Starr blushed, “but that doesn’t make it any less true!” Harley would have replied, but then the bedroom door that had been at the centre of her anguish opened.
“What’s all the racket out here?” And there she was, standing in the doorway in nothing but her glasses and white collar, sporting a serious case of bed hair and fuck sweat; Barbie Gorgeous.
“Harley!?” Barbie gasped in concern as she noticed her BFF’s tears and runny makeup, “Have you been crying!?”
‘She’s perfect. Gorgeous.’
Rising to her feet, Harley Quinn began her approach slowly. Her blue eyes locked onto her new slave’s own green. Then she pounced, leaping a good five feet through the air, Harley wrapped her legs around the original Batgirl’s toned hips and clutched Barbie’s very confused and worried face in her hands.
“Harley, what’s--MMMPH!?” Harley cut her BFF off, planting her red lips onto Barbie’s. She put everything into that one kiss. If Harley died tomorrow, she wanted it known that this was the kiss that meant the most to her up to this point.
She was kissing Batgirl. The rival she respected.
She was kissing Oracle. The mastermind of nearly all Gotham City’s heroes’ stratagems.
She was kissing Barbara Gordon. The woman she had inadvertently wronged in the worst way possible and she wanted to make it right.
She was kissing Barbie Gorgeous. Her best friend, her lover, her slave. The woman she wanted to give her own soul to in return for the keys to Barbie’s heart.
On Barbie’s end, Harley’s actions were concerning, overwhelming, but most of all, amazing. Holding her balance and cupping her BFF’s butt in her hands, the ex-vigilante just let it all wash over her. Harley’s tongue explored every inch of her mouth like it was uncharted territory, it was alien and familiar at the same time.
“Hi Barbie,” Harley panted, only breaking the long kiss to plant small smooches over the other girl’s lips, chin and cheeks, “I’ve missed you. You’re so hot, baby. Be mine forever.”
“You already got me, dollface,” Barbie chuckled, “What’s got into you, Harl?”
“Not you yet, so not enough!” Harley whispered between kisses, making the redhead shiver and nearly fall to her knees as she supported the jester.
“What about two weeks ago?” Barbie moaned, her tired body beginning to wake-up under the assault from the magically seductive doctor. To be actually holding this woman in her arms, to be able to support Harley’s weight on her own two feet. Such a small feat, to hold your lover in your arms, taken for granted by so many. This felt new to Barbie, even two weeks on. It felt GREAT!
“Doesn’t count anymore!” Harley moaned, sucking on Barbie’s neck, deliberately leaving a hickie over the collar bone. “Mine now!”
“Yes, yes,” Babs sighed, just letting Harley’s perplexing behaviour go and enjoying the attention. “I’m yours, Mistress.” It was then she spied Power Slut staring at them with a look of conflicted lust and trepidation, “Something we can help you with, Starr?”
“No, Big Sister, but,” Power Slut whimpered.
“But?” Barbie enquired, doing her best to hold her cool against Harley’s continued affections.
“I’m sorry, I really don’t want to interrupt,” Power Slut was torn. She did genuinely want to allow her Mistress the time to play with her new fucktoy, but Harley had specifically told her on the flight over to remind her about the mission. “Mistress said there was someone we needed to help.”
“Aww!” Harley groaned loudly, having suddenly ceased her kissing. Resting her head on her slave’s shoulder, Harley just stayed like that for a moment, cuddled in the arms of her new love-slave BFF. “Screw my past self, seriously!” she finally said, leaning back to look Barbie in the eye again, “Barbie. We need to rescue Catwoman.”
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A/N: Okay, everything new is up. LesLes and I have many ideas for continuing on, but we're always open to discussion and especially to new writers.
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