Harley's Girl [Chapter 1, The Nightmare Begins] (Patreon)

Synopsis: Joker never gave Harley a child. And now that he's dead, the clown princess of crime has to turn to Batgirl to get what she wants, whether the vigilante wants to help her or not. Besides, it'll only be nine months before she lets her go.

Tags: [Futanari], [Girl Penis], [Rape], [Sexual Slavery], [Impregnation].

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"Batgirl to team, I'm on the scene and about to investigate." Barbara Gordon speaks through her comm.

"Alright, Babs. Be careful. Quinn hasn't been spotted in months. And after what happened, I doubt she's going to be in the mood for a nice chat over tea. If the fact she took a GCPD cop hostage didn't make it obvious enough." Dick Grayson, AKA Nightwing, responds to his girlfriend while Barbara herself finally lands, referring to the call that came in earlier that night where Harley had been spotted by Officer Bradly, only to be seemingly ambushed and taken hostage. After that, Barbara tracked the Officer's car down to an abandoned area in Amusement Mile.

It was a peculiar scene. A vandalized GCPD cop car sat in an alley covered in a wide variety of graffiti, mostly just threats aimed toward Batman. However, through the various scribblings and writings, one thing stood out beyond what Barbara saw.

"He was going to give me a child, and now I have to make my own." Batgirl mutters under her breath as she reads the graffiti. At the same time, a wave of concern and dread passes through her as she stands back up and activates detective vision in her cowl, allowing her a complete x-ray view of the car.

"Any sign of Officer Bradly?" Nightwing asks, snapping Barbara out of her concentration.

"Nothing yet." She responds, seeing nothing of note inside the car until her eyes drift over the back, where she sees the skeleton of a prone form in trunk. "Wait a minute, I think I have him." Barbara says as she takes extra care to look over the area to check and see if there is any wiring or anything that could be related to a bomb.

"Think it safe." Barbara huffs as she then reaches over and opens the trunk, expecting to come across the sight of a bloodied and beaten GCPD officer. However, instead of that, all she's greeted with is the sight of a skeleton wearing a Batman costume, with sign attached to its chest reading the simple word,

"Gotcha."

Then, out of nowhere, a pair of headlights turn on behind Barbara, and she turns around to see a car speeding toward her. Thinking fast, she tries to dive out of the way, however, as she does so, the car still manages to hit her in the right way that she's pinned between both vehicles.

"Gah!" Barbara screams as white-hot, blinding pain shoots through her body like a bolt of lightning. Reaching down, she tries to pull herself free. But before she's able to do so, the person driving the car hits the accelerator and proceeds to crush her legs, nearly taking them off in the process if her leg armor had been any weaker.

"Babs? Barbara, what's going on?!" Nightwing calls through the communicator after hearing his loved one's screams of utter and absolute agony, all the while at the same time, already en route to her location without a moment's hesitation.

However, rather than being able to answer him, Barbara groans through gritted teeth as the car stops, leaving the vigilante pinned as the driver's side door opens and out emerges none other than Harley Quinn.

"Hiya, Batbitch!" Harley greets, sounding like she was greeting an old friend as she hops to the hood of her car holding her signature bat.

"H-Harley...." Barbara growls, the pain in her legs making it nearly impossible for her to string two thoughts together, let alone stop the clown from laughing at her misery as she gets closer. Thinking quick, however, she tries to go for her utility belt, only for Harley to swing her bat into her arm. "Gah!" She screams as another shot of electric pain courses through her body like a hot knife through butter.

"A-ah, Batbitch, can't have you using any of your nasty toys, especially with what I've planned for you." Harley scolds before pressing her bat against the side of Barbara's head, getting her to glare up at her before she rears back the weapon again and says, "Nighty night!" After which, she swings and knocks her clean out.

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The first thing Barbara felt when she woke up was pain.

It wasn't a feeling she wasn't accustomed to. Too many times did she wake up after a particularly brutal night patrol feeling like she had been through Hell and back. However, as she continued to stir, she found that the majority of the pain in her body seemed to be coming from her legs.

"Gah- What the Hell?" Barbara groans as she opens her eyes, and much to her horror, instead of finding herself in her bed back at her apartment, she's in some sort of basement or bunker with concrete floors and walls all around as she lies on a dirty mattress.

However, that's nothing compared to the shock of fear she gets once she realizes that she's completely naked, except for her cowl. Even then, though, as she reached up to feel it, instead of the piece of tactical gear, it was meant to be, it was instead just straight leather made to look like her cowl. Along with that, down below, she also felt that she was wearing some sort of metal collar. All of which added up alongside the memories of what to cause her to try and jump to her feet. But as she does so, she then notices that her legs are wrapped up in bandages with a pair of splits on either leg.

Reaching down a hand, she didn't have to use her usual genius intuition to know that she wouldn't be walking anytime soon. Even then, as she reached out her arm, she flinched, but her arm still ached from Harley hitting it with her bat. Luckily, compared to her legs, her arm seemed to be in much better condition. However, after the pain she felt moments earlier, she still found herself reluctant to do anything heavy-duty with it, let alone anything at all.

This was.... Different. Different for Harley, and different for herself. Usually, whenever one of them got captured, whoever had them would tie them up, maybe have them at gunpoint, or heck, if they wanted to be more show-offy, dangle them over a pool of sharks. Although, to be fair, there were times when it was worse than that, but even then, that was nothing to Barbara's current state.

Reaching up a hand again, she felt around her new cowl. Oh, God. If she switched her mask with this, then she must know who-

Before she can finish that horrifying realization, Barbara picks up the sound of footsteps and a familiar happy hum making its way toward the room, giving the confined heroine little time to think of anything to do at that moment besides crawl over and hide behind the door so that she could try and mount an ambush. But just as she made her way to a proper position, the door suddenly slammed open and, in turn, directly into Barbara's face, sending her falling back and knocking her legs in just the right way to cause lightning bolts of pain to shoot through her body as a result.

"Oh, what are you doin' down there, silly?" Harley asks, looking down at Barbara as she deals with her possibly broken nose and the hot red pain from her legs. Harley then reaches down, picks Barbara up, and proceeds to drag her back and throw her onto the bed with a thud.

"Phew, heavier than you look, Batsy." Harley huffs, taking a moment to step back while the pain in Barbara's face eases.

Taking the chance while they were both away from each other, Barbara turned her head to look at her captor. And from what she could see, she wasn't in the best of states, which made it all the more concerning for Barbara as she now had to figure out what kind of person Harley was after everything she had been through.

Unlike her appearances, standing alongside the Joker wearing whatever ridiculous get-up the both of them thought appropriate, Harley, this time around, was wearing a simple pair of jeans and sweatshirt, obviously keeping her true identity hidden to stay on the down low. Along with that, though, up above, her usual beautifully made blonde hair was messy beyond belief, practically looking like a mop with it still having one side blue and the other red. Beyond that, the only real makeup she had on her pale white face was the face tattoos she got, all of which painted a picture for Barbara, which told her that she wouldn't be dealing with merely simple ditzy Harley this time around if her injuries didn't already make that obvious from the very start.

"You know, I figure you might think that's all muscle. But, uh, comin' from a gal who didn't always have a billionaire's silver spoon in her mouth, I'd still keep an eye on that." Harley chuckles, which she usually follows up with a maniacal laugh, but this time around, Harleen Quinzell seemed sad.

But even then, Barbara wouldn't be backing down from her for a moment.

"Harley, what the Hell are you doing?" Barbara says after taking a breath, feeling her heartthrob in her chest with a feeling of fear and anger.

"Geez Batslut, little bit of a rough way to say hi to a gal you haven't seen in, what? Months?" Harley mocks, looking at Batgirl like she was the rude one between them. However, afterward, a look of guilt shoots through her as she raises a hand to cover her face and says, "No, no, that's not right. You're a guest, and I have to treat you right, especially now." Something which only concerned Barbara even further.

"Phew, sorry about that." Harley chuckles before leaning up against the wall behind her. "I'm sure you have a Helluva lot a questions right now. And seeing as how long we'll be staying together, I think it's best if we just got them out of the way." Harley explains, allowing Barbara to wonder and fear about what she means.

Nevertheless, seeing as this was an excellent time to ask what she wanted to know, Barbara asked again, "What is this? Some sort of sick game, or are you trying to out-match your long-gone boyfriend?" She spits the words out venomously, but for the most part, besides a quick flash of pain across her face at her words, Harley remains seemingly unaffected.

"Ah, cutting to the chase. Ok, I like that." Harley smiles as she glances menacingly over at Barbara. "Well, if you must know, before your ass of a boss iced my Puddin', Mr. J and I were plannin' on having a baby together. Something the two of us could create without interference from you freaks." She explains, Barbara's heart sinking deeper with every word she explains and brings up with the same kind of spite of someone with nothing to lose.

"But now," Harley's tone falls down to a sad, almost tear-filled tone. "He's dead. He's dead, and it's all your fault!" Harley shouts, pulling out a knife and pointing it at Barbara as her sudden sadness turns into wrath-filled hate. "However, rather than doing something stupid, or in this case, wasteful, I figured a compromise was in order." Harley says, simultaneously, turning around toward Barbara with that sadistic smile only she and her boyfriend could pull off.

"I'll let you go after you give me my baby, Barbara Gordon." Harley explains as seriously as anyone could.

Barbara's blood ran cold.

She didn't even know how to come close to addressing what Harley had just said. Her words just died in her throat as she looked at the clown before her who does the same thing to her, at the same time, seemingly waiting for some sort of reaction for her that ends up coming out in the form of a slight chuckle that turns into a confused laugh.

"H-Harley, you c-can't be serious, right?" Barbara asks, amused while simultaneously afraid about where this is going. "A-As someone who used to be a doctor, I thought you, of all people, would know this wouldn't be able to work."

For her part, though, Harley leans forward, grabs hold of Barbara's injured arm, and pushes weight down on one of her legs, all of which causes the vigilante to grit her teeth in immense pain as the crazed woman asks, "Do I look like I'm joking to you?" She sounded completely serious all the while before she eventually pulled back. "But to be fair, you're right. Getting my baby from you would require much more impersonal means when I want this to be a romantic experience between the two of us. That's why I visited ol' Red to see if she could help solve my problem." Harley explains as she stands in front of Barbara and proceeds to pull down her pants, revealing, to a disgusted Batgirl, her bare pussy with a small tuft of blonde pubic hair. She then reaches into her sweatshirt pocket and pulls out a small box that she opens to reveal a small syringe filled with a green liquid.

"She was a little reluctant at first to give me the goods, but once I explained how you were involved, she became much more open to doing business. I guess that's what Gal friends are for." Harley says as she then takes the needle and injects the fluid inside of it into her crotch, causing the villainess to let out a short grunt of pain as she pushes down on the plunger.

"Harley, what the Hell-"

"Ngh stings a little." Harley interrupts Barbara as she stumbles back, legs feeling weak beneath her, and she falls against the stone wall behind her. "Stings a lot actually." She goes on to say, sweat beginning to bead across her body as the concoction of drugs does its magic, seemingly doing nothing at first, but much to Barbara's horror, she watches how Harley's pussy slowly transforms into a pair of cock and balls, both of which were the same color of white as the rest of her skin.

"Phew, there we go." Harley huffs, grunting slightly as she comes to stand once more. "Wow. Heh, heh, holy...." She trails off as she looks down at her cock, obviously as much of a strange experience for her as it was for Barbara, who herself begins to slightly panic more than usual now that she knew what Harley fully intended on doing.

Reaching down a hand, Harley fondled her thick full balls and felt their cum filled contents. "Oh, God. This is so weird. But it feels good. Ngh." Harley stops to grunt as pleasure exudes from her crotch when she squeezes it. "Real good." She adds, waving her fat cock around a little bit more before she then turns toward Barbara. "Heh, wanna give it a go?" She giggles while her piercing eyes gaze at the injured vigilante like a predator observing its soon-to-be prey.

"H-Harley, let's just talk about this. You don't honestly think you'll be able to do this without the others tracking us down." Barbara says, referring to the rest of the bat family most likely being on their way toward their current location. "Look, you've never been as bad as Joker. You still have a chance to stop this before it goes too far." She goes on to say, hoping and Praying that she might be able to get through to the psycho standing before her.

For all the time that she knew Harley, she knew she wasn't the brightest bulb of the bunch. Even with her being a doctor, hanging around the Joker for as long as she did turned her into nothing but an abused brainless bimbo. But beyond all of that, she knew Harley still had some humanity that could hopefully convince her of how fucked up this all actually was. And from all appearances, that seemed to be the case as a look of internal conflict passed through her expression, and her usual ditzy persona seemed to fall to the side.

"I...." Harley says, eyes heavy with the grief of her lover's death all before she suddenly snaps and says, "No! You don't get to talk your way outta this. I'm owed what I'm due, and I will get my baby whether you like it or not." Something which saddened Barbara as it became apparent that there was no talking her way out of this and that despite all of their efforts to try and turn her life around, Harley ended up being just as bad as the Joker. But if Harley wanted to try this, she should know that someone like Barbara wouldn't go down easily.

All of which comes out in the form of Barbara letting out a furious cry as she lunges forward off the mattress and grabs onto Harley, with Harley herself fighting back against her as their struggle begins.

Forcing herself to stand on both of her legs was nearly nothing but complete and utter agony. Along with that, her injured arm makes it almost impossible for her to grasp the villainess, but throughout it all, she pushes through the pain as she slowly gains the upper ground against Harley.

But just as it seemed she might be able to get out of this, Harley swiftly rears back a foot and kicks it hard enough into Barbara's leg to cause her to scream and stumble back in pain. If her leg wasn't already broken before, it was sure as Hell was now as the vigilante is unable to do anything as she falls onto her back before its soon followed up with Harley kicking her in the head hard enough for her to see stars as she then whirls back across the floor.

"Jeezus, Batbitch." Harley huffs, heart thrumming in her chest after nearly being taken out by Babara. "Note to self, invest in chains, collars, and cattle prods." She goes on to add before getting a hold of herself as she then turns to look down at the woman before her, whose world was still spinning after the kick she had just received. "Ugh, and now look at you, fallen off your bed again." Harley scolds as she reaches down and drags Barbara back over to the mattress and throws her over it with a rough slam that sends another grunt of pain out from the vigilante's lips.

This couldn't be happening. This really couldn't be happening. This all had to be some sort of nightmare or hallucination, maybe by Scarecrow or someone like him. By no means was Harley going to really try and get her pregnant with a cock she just grew. However, despite her hopes that this wasn't real, the sensation of Harley then reaching down to grab a handful of her hair to then pull her head up so that she can come face to face with her cock more than explained that this was all indeed reality.

"Now then, after a little temper tantrum like that, I think it's only fair you give me a little head before we start." Harley says as she shoves the bulbous head of her newfound cock up against Barbara's closed lips, giving the vigilante the chance to see it grow to full hardness at a horrifying 13 inches long length. "If you don't open that pretty little mouth, I'll gladly take your teeth." Harley threatens, sounding genuine in her threat as Barbara's gaze switches between the cock before her and the villainess who had her.

Barbara did not want to put the thing in her mouth for obvious reasons. But given that she was dealing not with an ordinary Harley Quinn but someone who's instead considerably more unpredictable and dangerous, it was clear what she had to do if she wanted to stay in one piece by the time she managed to escape her. And even though it disgusted her to no end, both for the fact that she was blowing Harley Quinn of all people and that she was already in an intimate relationship with her boyfriend, she still slowly opened her mouth until it was wide enough for the clown villainess to stick her member in.

"Sorry, Dick." Barbara thinks as tears well up in her eyes before she's taken off guard and greeted by the taste of Harley's member.

"CLFF! Crak! Crru! Crak!" Barbara sputters and gags at the disgusting taste. It was salty and slimy with some kind of fluid that the vigilante didn't recognize. And to make matters worse, she was greeted by the horrible taste of pre-cum as it oozes out of Harley's pale-tipped cock. All the while, up above, Harley herself is unable to stop herself from letting out a long, drawn-out moan from the warm and wet pleasure her newly grown member was feeling as she pushed it deeper into the vigilante's mouth.

"Ooooooohhhhh. That's.... That's a good batbitch, yeah, that's good." She moans, cock shuddering in Barbara's mouth while her words send a shiver traveling up her spine. It was clear that this was as new experience for Harley as it was for Barbara as she haphazardly scrapped around the inside of her mouth, spreading around more pre-cum in the process and therefore pulling out more coughs and gags from the vigilante as the member in her maw traveled dangerously close to her throat.

"C'mon.... It's not gonna suck itself." Harley comes, sliding her cock in and out of Barbara's mouth. "If I don't feel you suckin' in five seconds, it's going up your ass, Batbitch." She goes on to warn, causing Barbara's eyes to go wide as she then begins to reluctantly suck and swallow down the clown villainess' cock juices, no matter how disgusted she felt at the time.

"Oh, yes! That's good, that's really good!" Harley gushes, growing more aggressive with her tooth polishing as she directs her cock to get closer and closer to Barbara's throat. "Fuck, must've had some practice with B-man, right? He does seem like the type to keep you around for this wonderful little mouth of yours." Harley laughs, sounding a lot like her old self from when Joker was still alive.

"GLgklg! Glklk! GCKlk! Klcgkl!" Barbara gurgles, still having difficulties comprehending what is happening as the head of Harley's cock is pressed up against the entrance to her throat. "GLK! Hragahly! STGLKP!" Barbara tries gurgling, pressing her hands into Harley's legs to try and push her away, although, considering her current state, she's unable to do much as Harley easily overpowers her.

"Ngghmmm! Now I know why Joker wanted me to blow him all the time. This feels.... Fantastic!" Harley remarks before pushing her hips forward far enough to finally penetrate Barbara's throat, causing the vigilante to thrash around in place as her airway was quickly clogged. "Ngh! Hold on, Batbitch, I'll let ya' breathe in a sec, just wanna get a, mgngh, feel for you down here." Harley groans before pumping her hips forward in her first noticable thrust, causing another burst of gags and retches to fly free from Barbara's maw as it's steadily fucked.

"GGLKGLK! GLGLKLK!" Barbara squirms, smacking her hands up against Harley's plump, tattooed-covered ass to try and get her to get off. But due to the haze of deep and neverending pleasure, the clown villainess finds herself in, she doesn't change a single thing as she starts swinging her hips up against Barbara's face in a much more aggressive manner. Sending her cock hurdling all the way down her throat as a result and stretching out the vigilante's already stuffed neck.

"Gooooh, here it cums Batbitch! Ready for your first creampie?" Harley asks, reaching the end of her rope in terms of how much pleasure she's able to take. While at the same time, Barbara picks up her struggling dramatically as she tries to escape the fate of being force-fed who knows how much cum from Harley fucking Quinn's, cum-filled ballsack. "GOoooohhhhhhhhH!!!!" Harley squeals as her member finally lets loose, spraying the inside of Barbara's mouth with a hot spread of spunk while also making sure to send a good chunk of the blast directly down her throat and into her stomach.

"GGGLKLKLKLK!!!!" Barbara's eyes widen with horror as cum begins to ooze out of her nose due to the excess amount of it that is being pumped directly into her face. It was horrifying. Something straight out of a sick, perverted nightmare, and Barbara was living it all as Harley went at her face like it was a pussy, showing no sort of mercy that would've meant anything as she pumped the vigilante's body full with her sperm.

Eventually, though, once the flow of fluids began to die down, Harley pulled her cock free, allowing Barbara to pull her head back and take in deep breaths of air that were sorely needed to fill up her abused lungs. All before she then falls over to the side and begins coughing up excess bits of fluids and sperm that hadn't made its way down to her stomach.

"Ha! Too much for you, Batbroad?!" Harley mocks, with Barbara turning to look up at her with bloodshot and tear-leaking eyes, all of which seemed to arouse the clown villainess even further as, despite having cum only ever recently, her member remained at full mass. "Well, get ready, 'cause it's about to get a lot worse for you." Harley laughs as she kicks Barbara in the side, sending her onto her front, where the clown princess of crime proceeds to mount the prone vigilante.

"N-No! No! Get off me! Harley!" Barbara struggles, but she's ultimately unable to do anything as Harley keeps her pressed down into the mattress while down below, she goes through the process of getting her cock ready and lining it up with the entrance to her cunt. However, due to their struggle, Harley aims for the wrong hole as she then goes down to hold Barbara in a chokehold. And when she thrusts forward, she ends up pushing her massive cock deep inside Barbara's virgin rear.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!" Barbara squeals as Harley thrusts the rest of her cock inside.

"OOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhh SOOOOOOOOO TIGHT!" Harley moans directly into Barbara's ear as she fights against the vigilante's rear resistance and plunges herself into the tightest thing she ever felt. "Gooohhhhhhh," She moans. "Jeez, Batbitch, I never realized how tight a pussy like yours can be."

"IT'S NOT- GNNNGAH!" Barbara tries to clarify to the clown princess that she wasn't, in fact, in her pussy and was instead deep inside of her ass which she now was plowing back and forth into; however, her words turn into nothing but choked screams as Harley rides her like a horse. Creating a general sensation that shook through her body in ways that rocked the once proud heroine of justice to her very core nearly beyond anything she had ever felt in her entire life.

"Oohhhhh BARBARA! If I knew you were this tight back here, I would've done this sooner!" Harley moans, her breath wafting over Barbara's features and making her sick in the process as the clown villainess put all of her strength and energy into completely reshaping her tight-squeezing ass. But that was nothing compared to the feeling of having something so big and large lodge itself into one of, if not, her most delicate region.

"GGGNGH! SS-STOP!" Barbara squeals; however, it is just like talking to a brick wall as everything she says goes over Harley's head as she pounds her hips recklessly and haphazardly. It was all a series of events that Barbara couldn't dream of having come true, and yet here it was, in all its horrifying glory, as she squealed and struggled underneath Harley's frame as she continued to wield her hips like a weapon against hers. Causing her thick, ass to ripple as she pounded her fat, white cock deep inside her.

"GGGGOOOOHHHHH!!!! HERE IT CUMS, BATBROAD! GET PREGNANT FOR ME, GET FUCKING PREGNANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTT!" Harley huffs before biting down on Barbara's shoulder hard enough to leave a noticable mark while down below, her cock pumped load after load of hot scorching spunk deep inside of the vigilante's ass. Creating a concoction of sensations and feelings that mixed absolute pain and pleasure into one deadly combination that nearly wiped Barbara's brain clean as her pussy squirted out a thick burst of fluids that splattered across the mattress beneath them.

"NGGNNGNGH! FUCKING TAKE IT, BATBITCH! FUCKING TAKE IT!" Harley moans, grinding her hips up against Barbara's for good measure as the flow of fluids coming from her cock finally dies down, allowing herself to take a breath as she rested her pale sweaty white body against the vigilante beneath her, both of them going through a whirlwind of feelings as Barbara nearly lay catatonic, tears welling up and falling from her eyes as the horror of the situation sinks in. She was just raped by Harley Quinn.

"Phew, that was pretty good, Batbroad, I-" Harley says as she leans back off of Barbara; however, at that moment, she finally sees that her cock was instead inside of the vigilante's ass, rather than the intended target of her pussy. "Oh, damn it." She groans before that groan turns into a growl as she shouts, "WHY THE HELL DID YOU SAY ANYTHING?!" All the while reigning down a hand against Barbara's ass that causes the vigilante to squeal in place.

"GNNNNGH, damn it!" Harley snarls as she rises to her feet, pulling her cock free from Barbara's ass. However, unlike her previous show of stamina, despite trying to jerk herself off, she isn't able to get herself hard, something that leads Harley to say, "Oh, well. Better luck next time, I guess." All before rearing back her foot again and kicking Barbara once more, afterward, she soon departs.

She locks the door behind her and walks off, leaving Barbara to lay there across the mattress she was just raped on. At the same time, her body was a mix of pain and still subsiding pleasure, nearly unlike anything she had ever felt before.

When she first put on the cowl, she knew there would be risks. It's obvious when there were psychos like the Joker out there. But even then, this! This was nothing Barbara could come close to properly taking in. It all just reminded her of what the Joker did to her.

And look at where she was now once again lying across the ground, naked, unable to move or do anything, helpless.

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Howdy Doody!~ I think I found my creative drive again in the form of this story! I'm sorry if it's a little brutal for some of you; I tried to keep the less fun violence down to a minimum while also making it make sense for Barbara to remain unable to do anything against Harley during their time together. And as always, I hope you enjoyed!~