Rushing through the very corridors she'd spent hours of fun designing with her beloved sidekick, Harley Quinn paid little attention to the elaborate & chaotic decor of her lair's halls. The prospect of what Mr. J might do to her cherished cat burglar weighing so heavily on her mind that she almost forgot to stop at the open door to the costume room where she'd left the still fragile situation that was the broken Kate Kane.
"I'm baaaack," Harley announced with her brightest forced smile. The mad psychologist pushed her negative thoughts aside for the sake of her goal to finish enslaving the redheaded heroine by sunrise, which was probably an hour or two away; it'd been a busy night. "How ya getting along, Candy Cane?"
"Oh, just great, Mistress!" Harley quirked an eyebrow as the unmasked woman skipped toward her from the other side of the costume room, having to make her way around a sizable pile of garments in the middle of the floor. "There's so much choice, I just don't know how to choose!" Kate gushed at lightning speed, a giddy grin on her pale face as she bounced in her boots in front of Harley, "I mean, I've always been your biggest fan, but now I've finally realized how much I love everything about you, I don't know how to show it! I could be your twin jester, or maybe a nerdy cosplayer, or lead cheerlea--!"
"Shhhh," Harley silenced her newest pet by putting a finger over her own smiling lips and Kate quickly got the hint. "Listen, Candy, by the way that's gonna be your name from now on," the clown domme declared completely out of hand, as if changing the crimefighter's personal perception of herself was as trivial a matter as changing the channel on the TV when there was nothing good on. The now former Kate Kane voiced no objection, only nodding her head in giddy excitement that her idol had given her something to cherish and adore, "I need to head out to help a friend, so--"
"Aww," Candy's protest was a quiet one, but Harley couldn't help pausing as she watched the ex-heroine's bubbly happiness visibly deflate in front of her. The once proud Batwoman hung her head, sulking at the prospect of not getting to play with her Mistress again in the short term.
'Ahh, the crushed dreams of a fangirl,' Harley smirked evilly out of the moping Batwoman's view, 'Is there any sweeter sight?' Answering her own question, Harley lifted the pale skinned woman's chin in her palm and pecked Candy's lips with a quick kiss, "Tut tut, don't be frownin' now! I'm gonna come back, ya silly slut!"
"Really, Mistress?" Candy smiled, despite her eyes already threatening tears.
"Duuuh," the jester stuck out her tongue, making her pet giggle.
"Soon?" The twinkle of hope in the redhead's broken eyes made Harley shiver from her core, but she made sure to cover it with a chuckle.
'There's my sweeter sight,' she mused before answering, "Haha, o' course soon!" The mad blonde lowered her hand from Candy's chin to pinch the material of the warped heroine's Batsuit in between her fingers and pulling the stretchy material to it's limit, "I still gotta take your wrapper off, my lil' Candy Cane."
"Ahh!" It was Candy's turn to shiver as her Mistress released her suit and the skintight material snapped against her sensitive skin.
"And," Harley continued with a mocking tone, now raising her hand to knock her knuckles against Candy's forehead lightly, "I'll need to personally approve the new threads you pick out. So, yeah, I'll be back soon, ya numbskull!" Harley smiled as her pet giggled in response to the faux-scolding, but her final words were more serious, "I just got some super important Mistress stuff to take care of. So, I'm gonna leave ya in Sister Huney's care. You do remember Huney, right?"
"Y-yes, Mistress," Candy blushed as she recalled the slutty nun kissing her in that dark alley as a climaxing Power Slut watched on. The memory was fuzzy to Candy now, vague as the lipstick on the corrupted Huntress' lips had taken away her thoughts, but it had also taken away her fears, her doubts. Sister Huney's kiss had taken away everything bad in her life as Kate Kane and for the first time in her life she had been at peace.
When she had woken up, those inner demons and their lies had tried to take control of her again, to make her suffer the burden of being Batwoman, but her new Goddess had banished them. Like a beacon banishing the darkness, and that thought helped Candy remember Sister Huney's words before kissing her, “Join me sister, and step into my Mistress’ blessed light!” Candy now knew the meaning of those words and felt a rush gratitude in her heart for the unholy Sister and voiced her revelation, "She blessed me with your light when she kissed me..."
"Mm-hmm," Harley grinned widely, "She has that effect on girls, I should know!" At this Harley gave Candy one last kiss on the cheek before heading out the door, hoping that indulgence in settling her new slave's fears wouldn't cost her feline friend any of her nine lives. "Okay, I'm off!" she said, looking back to her now tearfully happy fangirl, "I'll send Huney down to ya in sec, be a good girl and do what she says, capiche?"
"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am!" Candy hollered and saluted as any trained soldier would, hoping that her Mistress would appreciate the humour, which she did.
"Haha!" Harley wanted so badly to laugh longer at the former U.S. Army soldier that had been Kate Kane saluting her while standing at attention, unmasked in a cum soaked Bat-costume, but she reminded herself of more pressing matters.
"At ease," she laughed, giving her own mock salute, "just get back to pickin' out ya costume!"
With that, Harley resumed her mad dash toward the open-to-all-women doors of her very own church.
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“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” The blonde’s wanton expletives chimed perfectly with the soft squelts of her raven-haired lover’s strap-on thrusting into her eager asshole. “Oh Rao! Oh fuck!”
“Oooh Such a naughty angel… Daring to take a fool’s deity’s name in vain,” Sister Huney cooed, her wickedly divine red lips twisting into a lustful smile as she looked over alien lover. “Know your true Goddess and accept Her punishment…” Without losing step in the steady rhythm of her hips, the once virtuous closed her hand around the small chain dangling between the fingers of her right hand, and pulled up, hard. “ATONE, SLUT! Atone and be blessed by Her glory!”
“EEEEK!” Power Slut screeched in euphoric agony, her achingly empty pussy gushing with forbidden nectar. The chain was wrapped tightly around the two Harley Quinn nipple-clamps crushing her poor, tender nipples, a feat made possible by the Earth-2 kryptonite within each smiling jester face. The chain links were taut between the peaks of her mountainous bust, and now Starr’s J-cup boobs were being lifted by the nips. It was hell & heaven, it was pleasure & pain, it was divine! Cumming at least twice as her beloved Huney continued to fuck her ass raw, Power Slut roared the truth in her heart. “PRAISE BE TO MISTRESS HARLEY!!!!”
“Amen,” Huney sighed, riding out her own small orgasm from her lover’s cry. Taking on a more content smile, the sexual sister of the cloth slowed her thrusts and lowered her hand back down. Starr floating down from cloud nine, her arched back relaxing as she gazed back at the former Huntress.
“I love you, Huney…”
“I love you too, Starr,” Huney answered, extracting the metal faux-cock from Power Slut’s anus before offering her hand to her naked lover. Pulling Starr to a sitting position, their legs intertwined, Sister Huney took the depowered alien in her arms and kissed her with the soft, comforting love she hadn’t known before Harley had enlightened the two of them.
“Did you enjoy your reward, my angel?” she asked, letting the exhausted blonde rest on her shoulder. Sister Huney was naked herself aside from her veil & coif, and the strap-on dildo now resting between her own and Starr’s abdomens.
“Oh, Goddess, yes” Starr breathed, “I’ve never felt this worn out from… anything…”
“As I can see,” Huney giggled, running her fingers up the alien’s side, feeling the slick of sweat on her fingers, “Should we take them off?”
“No!” Starr barked hastily and flushed under her white facepaint, “I-I like being like this with you. I feel... vulnerable.”
“What?” Huney said, taken aback, “but you have nothing to fear…” Pulling out of the hug, the once straight as her crossbolts Huntress quivered from the look of absolute trust and adoration Starr was giving her.
“I know, Huney,” Starr husked, “For once, I can’t protect myself. You’re protecting me, and so is Mistress Harley… I’ve never felt more loved…”
“Oh, poor angel,” Sister Huney whined, her eyes tearful as she leaned forward to kiss her angel’s neck. “My poor, poor,” starting at Starr’s shining red collar, Huney worked her way down, a kiss to collar bone, to the top her right breast and then she planted her red painted lips over the winking Harley face of the nipple clamp, “My poor, sweet angel.”
“Oh…” Starr closed her eyes, drinking in the sensuous delight of the fallen heroine suckling over the painful sex-toy. It was still painful, yes, but she had adjusted to the reflex to run from this pain. This new erotic pain. That granted her a freedom to be bound and held by anyone… But this woman was one of the few that Starr wanted to hold and bind her. One of Mistress Harley’s chosen few, and Mistress had chosen Huney for Starr. She loved them both so much. “Sister… Please, fuck me agai--”
“STARR!” The voice of the Goddess ripped the two lovers from their play instantly. Both looked down the chapel aisle to see an anxious Harley Quinn running toward them with speed. Sliding to a halt in front of the two lovers she’d helped starcross, the Clown Cupid of Crime paused for one small moment to drink the sight in, “Nice. Sorry to interrupt your fun, which you totally earned, by the way, it’s just I need a ride like, two hours ago!”
“No, please forgive us, Mistress Harley,” Sister Huney spoke to calm her Goddess’ frazzled nerves. It would not do to have anything be wrong in Harley Quinn’s perfect world, Sister Huney would see it righted as soon as possible no matter what it cost her. Disentangling themselves from one another, the two fallen heroines knelt before their owner and looked up to her, “How may we serve your will?”
“Oh, carrot-stick vibes!” Harley pouted around her smile. “You two are just precious! Ooh, lovin’ the clamp & chain look on ya tits, by the way, Starr!” The jester exclaimed, leaning down to softly strum the metal lines linking Power Slut’s mountainous peaks. “How’s this world’s space rock been treatin’ ya?”“It’s divine, Mistress!” Starr cooed, her x-ray eyes lazily drifting up and down her Goddess’ body while the madwoman’s fingers teased the chain. “I’ve never known what it feels like to be vulnerable… to be able to surrender my body to a lover, thank you…”
“Aww, you’re welcome, babe,” Harley guffawed with a wink to Sister Huney, nodding her head at Starr who was making no attempt to hide the fact she was eyeing the clown up. Sister Huney giggled knowingly in response, happy to see her angel appreciating what all women should; Harley Quinn’s beauty.
“Hey,” Harley suddenly barked with a playful smile, moving her hand up to cup Power Slut’s chin, “Eyes up, slut! Ogle the clown time is over!”
“Yes, Mistress,” Power Slut said, immediately repentant, her eyes starting to move down in submission. Only for Harley to flick her temple with her free hand, which actually stung thanks to the Kryptonite.
“Eyes up!” Harley reaffirmed with a chuckle. “I need you all powered up pronto, Power Slut! You’re gonna be my ride!” The mad mistress had to fight her own reaction to the way Starr’s eyes lit up from being almost dull with regret to glimmering with delight. ‘Fuck me, that look gets my engine runnin-- later!’
“Huney,” Harley turned to her corrupted nun, “would you kindly remove Power Slut’s new accessories and put them back in their proper place for next time you play.”
“Yes, my Mistress,” Huney replied and immediately turned on her knees to remove the clamps and chain.
“Power Slut,” Harley continued her orders without a break as Sister Huney stood and walked toward the altar to return the clamps, chain and kryptonite chunks to their box. “First, I want you to suit up!
“Yes--” A gust air interrupted Starr’s reply, but before she was finished, she was standing before her Mistress in her full slut-slave costume. Unhindered by the kryptonite radiation, she stood tall and proud; ready to show the world exactly who she was, she was Power Slut! “--Mistress.”“Hehe” the insane blonde couldn’t help giggling and both her slaves mirrored her mirth, “Now, go fetch my ‘Bombshell’ outfit, seems right since I’ll be riding one!” She finished with a wink, knowing Power Slut would be back within a matter of seconds. “Now, Sister Huney, there’s a lost sheep down the hall in desperate need of your guidance to find her place in my world…”
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“Okay! Okay, you win, Barbie…” Zee-Zee panted, her D-cup chest rising and falling with her heavy breathes. The once heroic Zatanna was laid on her back, sprawled out on one of the Bird’s Nest’s emergency bedspreads. Her pussy ached and her body was slick with the sweat of well over an two hour’s lovemaking, “I need- I need a break.”
“Ha!” Beside the magical temptress, sat an equally naked and as out of breath Barbara Gordon, although she would be quick to correct you if called her that now. She was Barbie Gorgeous, her Mistress’ bestie for life and Big Sister to all her fellow slaves, “So -*pant*- So much for all that talk of magical stamina!” The former Oracle chortled, falling back on the bed and taking a moment to wave her magically healed legs in the air.
“Coming from you!” Zee-Zee laughed right back at her old friend, lazily reaching an arm over with her accusing finger tapping Barbie’s white collar. “You should be thanking me for that little bit extra you got in the tank…”
“Oh, but, I’m trying to, Zee,” Barbie husked, grabbing the raven-haired witch’s hand and lifting it to her lips. The redhead began to plant soft, devilish kisses up her sister-slut’s arm, her smile sultry and seductive, “but you won’t let me!”
“Nmph,” Zee-Zee whimpered, having to bite the knuckles on her free hand to fight back a telling moan of pleasure. The sensation of Barbie’s lips moving up her arm, to her shoulder, then to her neck and chin, it was maddening, so tempting to give-in. “I--I just ca--oh, baby,” her protest faded when Barbie nibbled on her earlobe, “I can barely even…”
“Shhh,” Barbie cooed, moving to straddle the broken sorceress. Leaning back to gaze down on the woman who had tempted her into their Mistress’ arms (or at least that’s how Barbie thought she remembered it), Babs reached out her hands and took hold of one of the magician’s tender breasts in each palm. Slowly, she began to massage the other woman’s chest while beginning to grind her own hips up and down the witch’s abdomen, “Just let Big Sister take care of you.”
“Aww, fuuuck” Zee-Zee moaned, throwing her head back, her long black hair dangling off the end of the bed. Writhing in the ecstasy of knowing the Oracle herself was playing her body like an accordion, Zee-Zee revelled in the truth that she had corrupted this pinnacle of heroism for her Mistress. The fact that her old friend now seemed so much more content as a voyeuristic, lesbian nymphomaniac slave was just icing on the cake. “Yesss… Fuck me, Big Sister, I’m all yours ‘til Mistress Harley comes…”
“And don’t you forget it!” Barbie husked, her pussy quivering at her BFF’s name. Honestly, it had been far too long since she and Harley had one-on-one fucked… It felt like weeks, with the whirlwind effects of the schedule that Harley had set. Keeping a wrap on the first ‘heisted’ three super-sluts had been a logistical nightmare, and all the way through to tonight they had been planning Batwoman’s ambush. So little time to taste her favourite pussy. Still, Babs had to wonder how she and her BBF fuck-buddy had kept their hands off one another. ‘Ahh, who cares, for now?’ Big Sister mused with a mental shrug, ‘We’ll get it on soon, and right now, I’ve got this bitch to rid--!’
"Aww, like, nooo! It’s all totally gone!" Sugah’s high pitch whine broke both Barbie and Zee-Zee out of their naked reverie. Both the senior harem slaves had all but forgotten about the Bimbo in the room, "Mistress Zee-Zee, my dildo-pop doesn’t taste like yummy pussy any more!”
Despite her complaints Sugah kept kneading the double-dildo between her humongous tits, licking it in happy expectancy and then pouting in disappointment. Then her eyes would empty of thought and she'd lick again with enthusiasm having already forgotten her prior let down.
“Urr, did you lick both ends?” Zee-Zee asked, clearly perplexed by the bizarre sight of the former Black Canary whining over the taste of a licked clean dildo.
“Uh-huh,” Sugah sniffed after another unfruitful lick, “but it’s all gone again!”Barbie laughed. She'd helped Harley do this to her friend, or so the new memories she'd had no opportunity to question told her. She was so proud of what they'd made of her friend Dinah Lance, but at the same time she did feel a responsibility to keep the bimbo slut happy."Stick it in your cunt and then try," Barbie instructed. Sugah had been masturbating with her magically sensitive tits for hours; there was a small puddle under her crotch where she sat on the floor.
"Yay! Big Sis is so smart!" Sugah giggled as she followed the superior slave's instructions. Her untended cunt was a bomb waiting to detonate, and she came several times as she rammed it in.
"Oooh," Zee-Zee cooed, feeling fresh nectar drip down onto her stomach, “you liked watching that, didn’t ya?” The mad mage pushed hips up, pressing herself into the twat of the redhead straddling her. In a lightning move, the nympho witch’s fingers found Barbie’s pussy. As she lowered her hips, Zee-Zee’s fingers entered Barbie’s eager lips, her thumb rubbing the girl’s clit while her other digits curled inside her. She could feel how much Barbie had enjoyed it. "I bet you like watching women fuck!"
"Oh Goddess," Barbie moaned, having to support herself on one hand as she almost fell forward on the witch fingering her cunt. Even as her hip began to rock fast and faster on Zee-Zee’s hand, Barbie kept her eyes on Sugah. She had to… needed to... It felt so much better watching Sugah fuck herself while Zee-Zee did the same to her. “Yeah, I like watching women fuck…!”
“Yay!” Sugah yelped, falling back on her back and lifting her cunt up for Barbie to see all the more clearly as she kept pistoning the faux-cock into her snatch. “Big Sister is watching me! Always watching MEEEE!”
“Aiee!” Barbie felt like her brain was short circuiting. Watching one old friend fuck her own brains out, while another fucked out hers… It was bliss. She came and came again before finally falling forward onto the witch who hugged Babs close with one arm while helping her ride the afterglow with the other. “I fucking love my life.”
“Me too.”
“Me, one, two, uh... seven!”
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A/N: It lives, for I will never let it die. ^^'