Harley's Girl [Chapter 3, A Jester's Game] (Patreon)

Barbara lay across her mattress in a fetal position, hunger, and thirst pains gripping her almost entirely.

For the past few days, the vigilante had been forced to survive off a diet of Jester cum, and Barbara wasn't sure how much more she could take.

It disgusted, infuriated, and disheartened her to be reduced to such a state. But it was the only position she could really work with for the time being as her legs and arm continued to heal. Luckily enough, even though it was hard to feel, the vigilante could tell she was on the mend as she slowly but surely felt her strength returning.

However, deep down, Barbara felt that if she knew she was getting better, then Harley herself shouldn't be too far behind in thinking that way. Therefore, it stood as a possibility that the clown princess of crime might end up turning things up a notch before she was back in business and ready to fight.

Perhaps that's the reason why she hadn't been feeding her. It made sense the more she thought about it. However, knowing something so readily obvious did little to ease her worries as time continued to pass, and she still wasn't rescued by the others.

By all means, they should've found her by now. But for one annoying reason or other, they hadn't, and now here she was, still trapped as much as she was on the first day as Harley Quinn's own personal babymaker and once-proud vigilante sex slave.

"Come on.... Where are you guys?...." Barbara mutters as her gaze falls to the wall next to her. From there, whether it'd be due to the lack of sustenance, wear and tear on her mind, or anything else that might be affecting her, she began to space out. At first, thinking about what she would do once she managed to escape, to the possibility of what might happen if she didn't, to Dick, to the rest of her family, to her father.... Oh, God!

Barbara sits up on the mattress, her heart practically beating through her chest as she realizes that if she knew who she was, then her father, mother, Hell, and even her brother might be perfect targets for Harley to go after. And while all of that was going on, she was still trapped in this fucking God-forsaken basement with still no leads on how she might come close to escaping. All she could really do was wait for Harley to return, hopefully with something for her to eat, although, after taking everything she had been through up until that point, she figured there'd be something sick or twisted attached.

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Barbara tried crawling across the floor for the first time in a while.

She didn't know why she hadn't done this earlier. However, if she had to take a guess, she'd say it was more or less a traumatic response from what happened the first time she tried, where her face and the door to the room ended up having a little experience together.

But as the hours continued to tick by, with no Harley, the vigilante thought now would be a good time to give it another go. But as she painstakingly crawled around the room with one arm, she found that her situation wasn't any better than she had thought.

Almost like a dungeon, Harley sealed the place up tight. There was quite literally nothing she could use against her captor. She even checked the mattress she had been relegated to sleep on, and after tearing the bottom of it open, found that, like the rest of the room, there was NOTHING she could use.

Hell, she got so desperate to the point that she even checked under the bucket Harley had given her to go to the bathroom with, and like always, there was jackshit in terms of things that she could use. That's when it hits her. Turning to look back at the mattress, Barbara crawled her way over, and after turning it back onto its front once again, she proceeded to tear a strand of cloth free from the piece, giving herself, in the end, a suitable tool to use against Harley.

However, before she could think about what to do with the cloth, footsteps making their way toward the room perked Barbara's attention. And after figuring the worst, she quickly moves to tuck the piece of fabric underneath the mattress right as the door slams open, and in walks Harley, causing a momentary feeling of disgust to pass through her before her nose is suddenly greeted by something she hadn't smelled in what felt like ages, food.

"Hiya, Batbitch! Bought you something." Harley smiles as she holds out a bag of fast food junk. However, to Barbara, at that very moment, it smelled like nothing other than a gourmet delicacy she could only dream of. However, one thing catches her attention, the food itself. Reading the words 'Bat-Burger' on the front of the bag, Barbara's eyes couldn't help but widen as Harley dropped and slid the bag over to the vigilante.

However, instead of indulging herself, Barbara stopped midway while reaching over as she turned her attention back toward Harley, who only smiled with a look that screamed that something else was going on here. Something that Harley also picks up on after seeing Barbara refuse to pick up the meal.

"What? You think I did something to it or something?" Harley asks.

"Yeah, I think I do." Barbara responds, glaring at her captor, who only sneers back at her. A deadly standoff of wills as they look at each other, wondering who out of them would end up breaking first and indulging what the other wanted them to do.

Throwing a curveball into that, though, Harley groans as she rolls her eyes and says, "Fine, if you aren't going to eat, then I'll take it back and let you starve a little longer." All the while walking over, seemingly intending to take the only possible sustenance Harley had given her, beyond her own, away from her.

"NO!" Barbara suddenly shouts as she holds the bag to her chest, fully realizing how humiliating it was to sound so desperate. But seeing as how she still had the taste of Harley's cum and ass on her tongue, she figured it would have to do as she then opened the back and pulled out a burger container, some fries, and a bottle of water. However, almost instantly, Barbara notices that the fries had a coating of cum across them, and the burger container and water bottle had already been opened. And upon closer inspection, much to her disgust, she sees how loads of cum floated throughout the bottle. And after opening the burger container, found that it was also covered in Harley's fluids.

"HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! I can't believe it! You're actually that fucking desperate!" Harley laughs as Barbara turns to look back at her, a sort of dead look in her eye as the most rage she ever felt in her life bubbles inside her. A part of her even thought about using the strand of cloth to try and strangle the clown, but seeing as how there was still a good distance between the two of them, that was too big of a gamble to make and come out the other side.

"Well, then. Are you going to eat it, or what?" Harley asks, peaking Barbara's attention. "What? You didn't think I would give you anything other than that, right? God, don't be so stupid, Batbitch!" Harley shouts. "If you wanna starve a little longer, fine by me, but if you wanna eat, then it's going to have to be that." She explains, with Barbara looking back down at the food all before her rage finally bursts forward.

"GGGNAH! YOU FUCKING BITCH, HARLEY! YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME, YOU SICK, STUPID, CUNT!" Barbara screams, sounding quite unlike herself, although, given her circumstances, one might find it comfortable seeing where she was coming from. "I was nice to you! I tried to get you away from the Joker, and you do this?!" Barbara shouts, pleading one last time with Harley to some basic piece of humanity that still might be left inside of her.

However, for her part, Harley only smirks before leaning down and asking, "What's it gonna be, bats?"

Looking back at the food, Barbara knew her options weren't great. But seeing as how it came down to eating food covered in Harley's cum, or continuing to starve, even though it hurt her already thoroughly sore dignity, she couldn't help but let out a huff as she slowly reached down and took a bite out of the burger.

"HA! HA! HA! HA! I knew you were hungry, but holy fuck!" Harley laughs, with Barbara trying to ignore her as she eats her food. Despite everything, having not eaten anything significant in what must've been days, the burger tasted great beyond belief. A part of her didn't even notice the salty flavoring of spunk Harley applied, although, as she continued to chew, it became more and more noticable. The same could be said for the fries and the drink, both of which she happily swallowed down until she had nothing left.

"There, now, did that finally fill you up?" Harley asks, with Barbara glaring up at her and not saying anything even though the clown princess was completely right in her assumption. Although, as the food began to settle inside her stomach, she couldn't help but feel slightly weird. All things considered, this would be understandable given the circumstances, but as Barbara's head began to feel light, she could tell something was off.

"W-What d-did you...." Barbara's words trail off as throughout her entire body, she seems to lose all of her strength, and when she turns to look back at Harley and sees her trying to hold back more laughter, she instantly knows that she had just walked her way into another one of her traps. But as the world spun around her, she could tell something was clearly different here.

"Hee-hee.... Feeling ok there, bats?" Harley giggles, knowing full well what she did as Barbara tries to crawl off the mattress, only to end up falling face-first onto the floor. She was drugged, she was fucking drugged by Harley Quinn.

"H-Harley.... What the Hell d-did you do to me?" Barbara stutters, finding it difficult to string two sentences together, let alone a single thought, as she glances up at Harley. At the same time, she walks over and crouches down before her, cock angled directly at her face as she then reaches out and grabs hold of some of her hair, which she then uses to smear her pre-cum oozing cock across her features. The warm, slimy sensation sent strange pulses of pleasure through her while at the same time causing the world around her to feel like it was slowly closing in around her.

"Aw, what's wrong bats?" Harley asks, her voice drawn out and distorted as Barbara hears it. "Feelin' a little under the weather? That'll probably be the acid I put in that burger, fries, and water you just swallowed down." Harley remarks, making Barbara's eyes widen as she looks up at her. "Oh, don't look at me like that!" Harley scolds while at the same time using her cock to batter Barbara around the face.

"I told you I had some special plans for you, and guess what?" Harley asks as she stands up, guiding Barbara's head with her until she fully forces the vigilante into a kneeling position; only then does she finish what she was saying by remarking, "This is one of them." She then thrusts her cock forward, spearing it directly down Barbara's throat all the way to the point that her nose ends up bumping against the clown's waist.

However, unlike before, this time around, the taste of Harley's salty pre and the general flavor of her sweaty cock practically set Barbara's tongue on fire as her throat felt fit to burst from the heavy girth of cock meat it was forced to take on. But for Harley, all she does is let out a relieved sigh of pleasure as she slowly drags Barbara's head back, taking all the time in the world in the process until only the head of her bulbous cock remains past her lips. After which, she then slams her cock all the way back inside, repeating the same process over and over again to a sickening degree of brutal consistency.

"Ah, fuck, bats! Don't think I'll ever get tired of your slutty little throat." Harley gushes with a loud moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure while down below, Barbara gurgles helplessly as she tries to raise both of her hands to try and push Harley away. However, due to her current condition, she can only do little to nothing as the clown princess of crime has her way with her face.

"GLGK! LKGKL! GLKGKL! LGGKL! GLKG!" Barbara gurgles as she finds herself at the gates of Hell itself. Everything about this, now more so than ever, felt horribly wrong. Sure, it wasn't great the first time, as it was more than a traumatic experience. But here, this was something beyond any of Barbara's possible nightmares as her throat stretched and seemed fit to burst. A semi-ridiculous thought given that Harley's already large member wasn't big enough to do something like that, but for the vigilante, in her drugged state, it remained a terrifying possibility. Along with Harley ripping out pieces of her hair due to how hard she was yanking her head back and forth.

"GLKGKLG! GLKGKL! GGGLK! GGGKLLKLKLKLK!" Barbara squeals, smacking both of her hands across Harley's plump yet also toned ass in an attempt to tell her that she needs air. But being lost in the pleasure she found herself in, Harley didn't change a single thing as she continued to swing her hips back and forth into the vigilante's face with reckless, powerful abandon.

"YES! FUCKING TAKE IT! TAKE IT, BATS! TAKE THIS FAT COCK DOWN YOUR SLUTTY LITTLE THROAT!" Harley screams. Having gotten semi-used to her new cock at that point, she began accustomed to what she needed to do to ensure the best amount of pleasure, all the while keeping herself going so that she could drag things out for as long as possible. Even if it meant choking Barbara Gordon to unconsciousness with her fat, juicy member that she wielded like a club more than anything else as she bashed it down the vigilante's tight squeezing, warm, wet, and most of all pleasurable gullet.

"FUCK! You feel so fucking goooooooooooood!" Harley squeals, fingers digging into Barbara's scalp as she pushes herself forward so that she can fuck her cock directly down her captive's gullet. It was everything she could possibly hope for and want. She always wondered what it felt like to have a cock, and now that she finally had it, she knew it was a complete and true dream come to life as she experienced what it felt like to be on the other side of the member. And throughout it all, it was fucking glorious.

"Fucking God! Here it comes, Bats! Make sure to swallow it all!" Harley yells as she pushes herself forward, lodging herself as deep as she possibly could in the vigilante's face as her balls churn and bubble with their delicious payload, all before finally bursting and spraying who-knows how much cum directly down her face. Something that pushes Barbara to her absolute limits beyond anything she might've felt before as she chugs down load after a load of hot and sticky clown spunk.

"GLGLKKLLK!!!!" She gurgles one last time, eyes just about rolling into the back of her head while her face glows a beat red color. All of which makes her think that she might be finally able to escape this Hell via the sweet release of unconsciousness. However, before she could be granted such a privilege, Harley wrenches her cock free from Barbara with a noticable pop from her lips as the clown princess of crime stumbles a few steps back. At the same time, Barbara collapses onto her hands and knees as she coughs and gasps up a storm.

"H-Holy fuck, Batbroad!" Harley chuckles, seemingly taken aback by how pleasurable the vigilante's throat was this time. Even though she had fucked it before, most likely due to the drugs in her system that completely threw her off balance of reality itself, it was tighter than anything she might've come close to feeling before that moment. All of this piqued her interest in Barbara's other hole, which she had experienced plundering and using. But for now, she watched as the vigilante got a hold of herself, or, at least, tried to as the drugs in her system continued to take effect over her mind and body, throwing her for a loop in the process as she tried to get a hold of herself.

"Barbara?"

"Barbara! What are you doing?!"

"Get away from her!"

"Why are you doing this?"

Familiar voices scratched and ached throughout Barbara's mind. She heard her Dad, Bruce, and worst of all, Dick. Their cries of horror played throughout her mind. She could see them being torn apart, eaten, and disposed of by creatures beyond comprehension while at the same time watched as Harley used her like nothing more than a sex toy for her own sick, never-ending sexual pleasure and enjoyment.

"Gngh! S-Stop it!" Barbara cries, raising up a hand to clutch at her head as the voices of her loved ones continue to spin around her, all of which Harley takes great interest in as she leans down to look at the tormented vigilante, all the while smiling with a look that would out-do even the Joker if given the proper chance.

"What's wrong, Barbara? Mind playing tricks on you?" Harley asks, leaning down close as her cock grows back to full hardness. The cause was the utter and absolute petrifying terror the vigilante was going through. It was sweeter than anything she had ever gotten out of the bat family before, and as she continued to see and experience more of it, the clown princess of crime began developing a real taste for it.

"Now you know what it feels like to have a little madness in you. Terrifying, isn't it? You know, back when I was still a pencil pushin' square, I thought nothing of it, all because I thought I was just like anyone else, normal. But my Mr. J. He showed me what I was capable of. And now look at me," Harley takes a step back to show herself off as Barbara glances up at her. Although, as the vigilante turned to look up at her, she didn't see some clown princess of crime. No, she saw a demon ready to torment her for the rest of her life.

"H-Harley...." Barbara groans, panting exhaustedly as the drugs in her system continue to take effect. Knocking her entirely off her rocker as she tried to get a hold of herself. However, her pleading only makes Harley laugh.

"Don't you get it yet, Batbitch? There's no escaping it! It's just you, me, and insanity." Harley says before rearing back a leg and kicking Barbara over onto her front, sending shockwaves of pain throughout the vigilante's form that seemed almost indescribable. But it's nothing compared to the terror she feels as she feels Harley mount her from behind, cock pressing between her ass cheeks and up against her puckered rear-hole as more spools of pre ooze out from the bulbous tip of her cock.

"You know, a lot of people ride Harley, but I guess for you, ngh, the opposite is the case." Harley groans into Barbara's ear as she begins applying pressure, making the vigilante underneath her squirm as she tries to fight off what was happening. But due to a variety of factors, she's unable to do anything as Harley pushes herself harder and harder up against her ass before finally gaining entrance.

"GAH!" Barbara screams, eyes rolling into the back of her head as her heart lodges itself all the way into her throat while she's once again penetrated up the ass by Harley's thick, meaty, pale white cock. However, unlike her initially inexperienced self, the clown princess of crime knows exactly what to do as she pushes herself deep inside her target all to the point that her hips come clashing up against Barbara's toned and tight rear. A genuinely glorious feeling, if Harley had anything to say, between giggles and moans of pleasure as she begins moving herself. All the while, for the vigilante underneath her, the pain and pleasure she was feeling in that moment combined into one deadly combination that just about fries any semblance of normal or sane thought she might've had going for herself.

"Fucking Hell, Bats! I knew you idiots were tight asses, but this is ridiculous, heh, nghh...." Harley groans as she begins truly railing herself back and forth, holding nothing back and destroying any resistance Barbara had left going for herself. All of this was horrifying for the prone vigilante as much as it was arousing and perfect for the villainess, who pounds herself like an animal in heat. Creating, as a result, loud echoes of the sound of meat meeting meat and balls clapping up against ass that filled up the entire room.

"Babs?"

"Barbara! Why are you letting her do this to you?!"

"You like it, don't you? You dirty little whore!"

"Yeah! Take that fucking clown cock you cunt!"

"Disappointing. Such a promising woman, reduced to this."

"Eh, they all can't be winners."

Voices of those she loved and respected continue to flood Barbara's mind as they all seemed intent on humiliating her while she was anally raped. She wanted to cry out to them, to ask them for help. Still, the only things that leave her lips are the continued cries of forced pleasure that fry her mind inside and out, spinning the world, as a result, completely out of focus as frame trembles and shakes underneath Harley's cock-pumping and fairly well-put-together own as she uses it to push herself as deep as she could possibly go inside of the vigilante.

"Yes! Fucking take it! Take it, Batbitch! Ooooohhhhhhh!!!!" Harley moans, adding more fuel to the fire of humiliation that Barbara was feeling. Sickening her to such extents that a part of her almost felt like vomiting. However, instead of doing so, she's unable to do anything besides lay there and take it while Harley puts everything she has into fucking her before, with one final moan; she has enough and finally sprays more cum inside the vigilante's body. Creating an even bigger mess inside of her while Barbara herself can't hold herself back any longer and proceeds to squirt out a spray of her own juices that splatter just about everywhere while she feels the hot and almost burning sensation as Harley's balls empty themselves deep inside of her.

Eventually, though, after a while, Harley's flow of fluids begins to subside. This leads to the clown princess of crime lying across her captive as her member slowly softens. All the while down below, Barbara attempts getting another hold over herself as she buries her head into the mattress beneath her as she hears Harley's aroused and exhausted breath go into her ear, sending a shiver up her spine as a result as the nightmare she was in only seemed content to deepen even further than it already was.

But before long, Harley lets out a huff as she slowly leans up, dragging her cock out from Barbara's thoroughly sore rear as she looks down at her work. A cum filled vigilante, ass and throat fucked beyond anything it had taken ever before. Something truly glorious and satisfying for the villainess as she stumbles up to her feet.

"Phew, talk about a workout, huh, Batbitch?" Harley huffs while her eyes drift down to her cock to see if she could go for another round. However, after reaching a hand down to cup her balls while she uses her other to grab hold of her member, she finds that she's fully and entirely spent. Slighting dissapointing her, but as her gaze switched back to Barbara herself and how she lay across the mattress, she found herself fine with it. Enough to the point that she takes a step back and simply exits the room after wiping some sweat from her head.

Leaving Barbara to lay there a shivering mess as her mind continued to spin and whirl around her.

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Howdy Doody!~ While not exactly before Friday, I still consider it relatively within the timeframe. And as always, I hope you enjoyed!~