Harley's Girl [Chapter 4, Tensions Rise] (Patreon)

It had taken Barbara ages to come down from whatever Harley gave her.

Even then, as she lay across her mattress in a fetal position, she counted her good graces that Harley hadn't gone further than she did. Still, however, there was little to change her current conditions as she waited for Harley's eventual return.

And soon enough, after lying there long enough, her ears pick up the sound of footsteps quickly making her way toward the room.

However, instead of the usual deal of Harley kicking the door open, the moment the door opens, something is thrown inside the room. And upon initial glances, Barbara realizes it's none other than a full-grade flash bang. But the moment she goes to cover her eyes, the thing goes off, blinding and deafening her if only for a moment as she ducks a hand down to reach for the piece of cloth she still had.

Barbara couldn't see or hear anything besides a bright white light and the ringing in her ears for a few good moments. However, once her vision began to clear, she just barely managed to make out the sight of Harley walking toward her, holding what appeared to be some sort of syringe, quickly alarming her as to what her intentions might be with that.

Therefore, as she approached, thinking quickly, Barbara quickly raised a leg and kicked it into Harley's stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs and causing her to collapse forward onto the prone vigilante, who then took the chance to use the piece of cloth to swiftly begin the process of choking the clown princess of crime out. Sure, the pain that went through her leg as a result of doing such a thing was extreme, but it still had the intended effect she was looking for as she put all of the pain and rage she had felt while under Harley's captivity into strangling the sadistic cunt.

"GGLK! GLKKL! GLKA! GLKGAK!" Harley wheezes, eyes practically bulging out of her head as her hands scramble to try and pull herself free. However, through gritted teeth, Barbara kept strong as she managed to shift the grip she had on the cloth to one hand so that she could deal with the syringe Harley was still holding as she swung it around, trying to inject her with it.

"C'mon.... C'mon...." Barbara thinks to herself, sweat beading across her body more than ever as she tries her hardest to knock Harley out. However, through the strength of will on her own part, Harley remains conscious as she fights against Barbara's grip while they roll across the floor. She obviously wasn't expecting anything like this. However, she was still putting some effort into fighting back as she shifted onto her front with Barbara on top of her, reversing the position they had been in for the past few times as she truly laid into her.

However, after beginning to go limp in her arms, Harley seems to finally be going out of it. And because of that, Barbara loosens her grip on her, if ever so slightly. Not by much, but enough to the point that Harley's then able to use that moment to rip the hand she had holding the syringe away from Barbara's own grasp and proceed to stab it into the vigilante's thigh.

"No!" Barbara shouts as she tightens her grip around Harley's neck even harder, right as the clown princess of crime pushes the plunger down and injects her with the fluid, quickly putting her on the clock in terms of knocking her out before she ends up ghosting.

Relatively quickly, Barbara could just apply a little bit more pressure and snap Harley's neck completely, something that the woman herself might deserve given everything she had put her through, but seeing as how she still followed the rules and values of the Bat-family, she held herself back, even though, deep down, a part of herself desperately wanted her to finish things right then and there. But that was a price she was willing to pay, even as Barbara's body and mind began to feel weak, and she could feel the grip she had around Harley's neck begin to loosen.

"No! Not now! Not now! Not now! Not now!" Barbara screams in her mind, trying to stay awake as Harley's struggle becomes challenging to handle. She just had to hold out a little bit longer and knock her out for good before deciding what her next move would be. Because of that, the masked crime-fighter kept at it despite the sluggishness that was worming itself into every part of her body.

But as time continued to pass, it became clear that it was a losing battle as Barbara found herself slowly losing feeling in all of her limbs before she then collapsed back onto the mattress; the last thing she heard before everything went dark was none other than the sound of Harley gasping for air as her grip around her neck with the piece of cloth loosens and ultimately falls apart.

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"C'mon.... Just a little bit further... Damn it.... Fat fucking bitch!"

Barbara felt herself being dragged across the floor, confusing her before she remembered what had happened. Although, instead of being terrified or even simply afraid, she's unable to do anything as she tries to open her eyes. However, when she does so, she discovers that there's some sort of bag over her head that keeps her vision blocked as, presumably, Harley continues dragging her to wherever she wants to take her.

"Fuckin'.... Damn it...." Harley pants, having some trouble dragging around Barbara before ultimately letting her flop down on what the crime fighter felt to be a tiled floor. Barbara could then hear her moving about whatever room they were in. She then feels as her wrists are handcuffed, and she's then lifted enough to the point that she's then able to dangle from something. Luckily, taking some pressure off of her legs in the process.

"Phew, there we go." Harley huffs as she takes a step back. "Oh! Almost forgot!" She exclaims before Barbara can hear her walk off and then return, dragging something alongside her. Something that the vigilante quickly realizes is none other than a hose as her body is then shell-shocked by the feeling of ice-cold water being sprayed across her naked abused body.

"Gah! W-What the H-Hell?!" Barbara squeals, eyes wide as cold water quickly snaps her back to full consciousness. But instead of getting any answers, Harley only continues to spray her. First, starting with her chest before moving down to her legs and crotch, both of which were more than uncomfortable, all before spraying her directly in the face. Due to the fact that the bag still covers her head, Barbara ends up receiving a light waterboarding treatment for her troubles as Harley continues to viciously spray her.

"Hold on, Batbroad! Just washin' the stink off of ya'!" Harley shouts over the sound of the hose as she continues spraying her, ensuring to get every part of her before finally switching the device off. "There we go, nice and clean." Harley giggles before walking over and tearing the hood from Barbara's face, blinding her, if only for a moment, as her eyes become used to the light in the room.

But eventually, once she can see, she finds that Harley has moved her to another room. This time, a place sporting what appeared to be a bathtub, a pillory, a rack, a wire frame cage, and a wide variety of devious sexual implements. However, the most striking thing that Barbara saw was none other than Harley Quinn herself.

Instead of looking down on her luck, she seemed better put together with her wearing a simple red and black leather jacket and jeans that showed off the impressive bulge she had down below. Along with that, though, she simply seemed to have more life in herself as she smirked at Barbara, who only continued to look around the room, confused and concerned.

"How do you like the new digs? Pretty neat, huh?" Harley says, gesturing to the room, something that, in all appearances, looked more like an actual sex dungeon than anything else. "Yeah, I guess you can figure out why I bought you here. Turns out that little family of yours is real desperate not to lose their little sex toy." Harley giggles as she walks over toward Barbara, at the same time getting a good look at her and seeing how far she has fallen from once proud vigilante and crime fighter in Gotham to personal sex slave and toy for one of the most insane people in the world.

For her part, Barbara felt slightly happy that the rest of the family had finally been able to catch up to where they were. And even though she was still in Quinn's grasp, that tiny ray of hope she had going for herself was more than enough for her to grasp on for the time being as she turned her attention back toward Harley herself.

"H-Harley...." Barbara starts, speaking low and without the usual energy she had whenever she talked. "D-Do you still think you'll be able to get away with this? It-It shouldn't be long until the rest of us finally catch you. B-But, if you let me go right now, I promise you, you might have a chance of getting away with all of this." She says, speaking earnestly and honestly to someone who had oh-so thoroughly violated her.

And for a moment, Harley seems to take in Barbara's words, digest them even as she lets out a long, drawn-out hum. "Hmmmm? Now, why would I want to go and do something like that, huh? After coming all this way, it only seemed fitting to see this through to the very end." Harley says, making a difficult situation seem even more hopeless as Barbara lets her head hang down low. However, her attention is soon picked up as Harley says, "Besides, I still gotta punish you for that little stunt you tried pulling off."

She speaks sinisterly, sounding angry just as much as she did insane, and it was at that moment that Barbara realized she just entered a new world of pain and suffering at the hands of someone who was determined to break her down into her perfect baby-maker.

Looking down, Barbara realized she no longer had the means of maintaining any sort of dignity she had left. Being completely naked with her hands bound above her, her primed and toned body was on complete display for Harley to see. Something that the clown princess of crime didn't mind in the least, even after putting her through some good and heavy milage.

Along with that, though, Barbara's legs weren't all that better either. Still sore and in pain, most likely broken, she was at Harley's utter mercy, something she could have never imagined in all her years of crime-fighting and outthinking the woman who was now trying to get her impregnated.

"So, if you're done with your moment of self-reflection, I think it's about time for a little lesson." Harley says as she walks over to the tub and turns it on, slowly filling it with cold water. She then walks over and picks up what appears to be a pair of gauntlets.

"You know, after all this time, I thought you would finally get the message. There's no escaping this." Harley huffs while her gloves glow slightly, sparking some instant concern for Barbara as she begins to get an inkling of what's about to happen. "But time and time again, you try to pull some damn stuff and try to get away from me. And you know what? That hurts Bats. That hurts real bad." Harley then glares as she rears back an arm and goes to punch Barbara, with the vigilante preparing herself in turn for the impact. However, instead of smashing into her, Harley stops mid-way as an electrical pulse surges off of her gloves and connects with Barbara's body, shocking her, albeit not that badly, but enough to the point that Barbara herself lets out a cry of pain. All of which was as bad as it was due to the water coating Barbara's body.

"Nice, huh? Got these from the Electrocutioner. Had to ask him real nicely. And after cutting a couple of his fingers off, he ended up spillin' the beans." Harley explains before rearing back again and delivering another pulse, shocking Barbara again and causing her to cry out. Not that Harley herself minded. In fact, she enjoyed it as she began laying into the helpless vigilante with more and more shocks from her gauntlets.

It wasn't anything nice. In fact, it was unbearable at times, but throughout it all, Barbara managed to stay strong. In terms of a 'beating,' it was far from the worst she had ever gotten as a vigilante. Even then, though, she still couldn't help but continue to cry out in pain as Harley kept smashing into her.

Eventually, though, after a good enough time had passed, Harley backed off, allowing Barbara to slump down as they both pant exhaustedly.

"Phew, Batbitch! I forgot how fun it was beating you idiots up." Harley giggles while panting; eventually, she lets both of her hands fall to her sides as she removes the gauntlets themselves and allows them to clatter to the floor. Something that Barbara picked up as she saw how they were just barely within her reach if she were to reach one of her legs far enough. Although, in a rather unlucky turn of events for Barbara, Harley notices the same thing.

"Oh, no. We're not doin' this shit again." Harley huffs as she reaches down and picks up gloves. "This time around, with everything at stake, I ain't takin' no chances." She says as she practically moves the gauntlets to the other side of the room. After which, though, Harley turns back toward Barbara.

The sight of her tied up, wet, slightly bruised, panting, and covered in sweat, it was all a rather easy thing to get aroused to. And sure enough, reaching down a hand, Harley rubbed a hand over her fat bulge that was practically begging to be freed. All the while, Barbara's heartbeat begins to accelerate as she realizes what's happening.

"Well, now that we got the foreplay out of the way." Harley giggles as she begins strolling toward Barbara. She reaches down a hand to pull down her pants and step out of them. She then grabs the vigilante by the face and forces her to look at her as she then says, "Time to work on those manners, bitch!" She then lays down another punch into Barbara's gut, keeling her over as she lets out a long, drawn-out wheeze of pain thanks to the clown knocking the air out of her lungs.

However, at that moment, Harley quickly reaches up and unattaches Barbara's handcuffs from the chain, keeping her held before she then drags the vigilante over to the tub and throws her over the side of it. And before she can even think of moving, Harley grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her back against her. "Let's see if you can keep up that little attitude of yours when you're like this!" Harley says as she then dunks the vigilante's head underneath the water.

Almost instantly, Barbara begins trying to struggle. Not out of any need for oxygen right at that moment. Luckily, her training had her more than covered in that regard. It was just the sneaking possibility of Harley accidentally drowning her that caused her to squirm. She knew the clown princess of crime wouldn't do it unintentionally, given what she wanted out of her, but that still did little to nothing to actually ease any of her worries about the possibility. However, due to her current condition, as she's bent over the side of the tub, she's unable to do anything besides push herself back. Even then, Harley kept her head firmly under the water, something that Barbara continued to fight against with all of her might. However, in the process, down below, she rubs her ass up against the clown's hard, rigid member.

"Oooooh, trying to seduce me?" Harley asks while Barbara continues to thrash. The feeling of the vigilante's ass rubbing up against her cock was nearly magical. In fact, it felt so good that Harley couldn't help but reach a free hand down and grab it so that she could angle it up with Barbara's still-tight-as-ever asshole.

"Mrmrmrmrph!" Barbara squirms, feeling the pressure up against her anus. Every nerve in her body stood on edge as she felt that same pressure begin to build as the clown princess of crime slowly pressed into her, breaking down her defenses in the process until the fat bulbous head, slick with her pre, finally popped into the hole. "Mrmrmrmph!" Barbara screams while under the water. She doubted she'd ever get used to the feeling of Harley using her ass. And even if she did, the idea alone was still enough to disturb her to degrees that shook her to her very core.

As for Harley, though, once she pops herself inside, she can't help but lean her head back and let out a moan of pleasure. It felt, so, fucking, GOOD! "Oh! Bats! Your ass is so fucking tight!" Harley moans as she presses her hips further, mashing herself deep inside the currently drowning vigilante's asshole until their hips come together, something which causes another squeal to erupt from Barbara's lips. After this, Harley finally pulls her head back and allows her to take a few gasps of air into her lungs.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that." Harley smiles as Barbara pants up a storm, all the while with the clown princess of crime's cock still deep inside of her asshole, nearly making the act of merely breathing for the vigilante all the more difficult as she's lodged and filled in such a personal and foreign place for her.

"H-Harley, when I get out of this, I'm going to personally tear your dick off and make you fucking EAT IT!" Barbara snarls before her head is dunked back down under the water by Harley, who only laughs before slowly sliding her hips back and dragging her member all the way out from the vigilante's ass until only the head remains. She then slams herself back inside, tearing her way back through Barbara's body until their hips come together once again with a noticable smack.

"Oh, Bats! I was hoping you wouldn't lose your fight this soon." Harley laughs as she begins to thrust, putting Barbara well and indeed through her most farthest of paces as she reams herself back and forth. All the while keeping a firm hand on the back of the vigilante's head that ensured she remained dunked underwater, all to Harley's continued perverse joy.

And for what felt like ages, the process repeated itself. Over and over again, Harley fucking Barbara like a cheap whore, grunting insults at the same time while also leaving behind a veritable gallery of handprint marks across her ass. All before she then pulls Barbara's head back up from the water, allowing the bitch to breathe, before dunking her head back under the water. Creating an exhausting cycle that Harley absolutely adored and enjoyed as much as she possibly could. While for Barbara,

It was a total and complete nightmare. Her ass was being stretched and fucked all by someone she absolutely detested despite still helping on countless occasions. She was the bitch of the guy who crippled her for years on end! How could she NOT want to throttle the bitch time and time again?

Which, out of everything they had both been through in their respective lives, must've been the icing on the perverbeal cake. Barbara was brutally anally raped by the girlfriend who crippled her, who had now also crippled her to a certain extent. And for Harley, the bitch who Mr. J spent more attention on than her.

They were both riding opposite ends of the emotional spectrum, and Harley wouldn't want to be in any other place as her pace speeds up. As a result, sending more surges of pained pleasure through Barbara's body as she tries to not breathe in any more water than she already has as the clown princess of crime really gives it to her. And with such a big cock on Harley's part, she practically shapes the interior of the vigilante's ass to fit her cock, and her cock alone.

Sure, if she were to escape, Dick would comfort her, and she would come out of her traumatized shell just like she did before. But through all that, the fact would remain for the rest of time. Harley took something from Barbara that nobody else had. And to a certain extent, while not as painful as the experience itself, it found itself close up there alongside the likes of when Joker showed up at her front door.

That was something that Barbara took so much pain in from, while Harley couldn't be more turned on by it. In fact, as she continued to levy her hips up against her captives' own, she felt an orgasm about to rip through her body like a saw through a piece of wood.

"Goh! Fuck, Batbitch! Here it comes...." Harley screams, cock just about to explode while down below; due to the sensory overload of everything that was happening, all of which combined into the forced pleasure she was given, Barbara felt something shameful rip through her body too. This causes her to let out one last garbled scream about everything she was feeling.

And like always, it comes out in a series of large bursts as Harley bucks her hips forward one last time while her balls churn with their warm and salty content before they are injected directly into the once-virgin bowels of the crime-fighting heroine. All the while, for Barbara herself, her pussy spasms before shooting out a wave of fluids from her cunt, coating Harley's cock with the liquid in the process.

"Oooohhhhh, that's right, Bats, milk my cock, just-like-THAT!" Harley moans as she feels Barbara's ass clench down around her cock. It all just felt fantastic for the clown princess of crime as she couldn't help but let out another moan as she leaned her head back, taking everything in all at once as the vigilante shook and thrashed around in her position, in desperate need of air. And for a moment, it seemed like something that Harley wouldn't be willing to give her, but just as Barbara's upper limits were reached, Harley released her head, allowing her to pull herself back up and take in deep gasps of air while Harley herself stumbles back as Barbara falls to the floor.

"F-Fuck, what the Hell, Quinn?!" Barbara glares at Harley. "You could've drowned me!" She yells although Harley herself doesn't seem all that bothered by the vigilante's angry cries as she adjusts herself. Her once rock-hard cock finally softens and shrinks down to a much more manageable length that she then tucks back into her lower garments.

"Hee-hee, I wouldn't do that batbroad." Harley giggles. "I need my baby mama to be nice and strong so she can give me what she owes." She goes on to say as she walks over and pinches Barbara's cheek before the vigilante slaps her hand away, making her roll her eyes in response. She then grabs her and drags her back to dangle her from the ceiling once again. This is something that Barbara tries fighting against but is ultimately unsuccessful, as she ends up back in the same position she was in when she was first brought into this new room.

"Now, then. Mama has to go run a few errands before she can come back and have some more fun with you. But...." Harley trails off as she walks over to a nearby shelf and grabs an anal vibrator, and makes her way back over toward Barbara. "Here's a little something to keep you entertained." Harley explains before stuffing the toy into Barbara's more than sore and, at the same time, cum-filled anus. Causing the vigilante to grit her and let out a groan before that groan turns into a squeal once Harley turns on the vibrator, sending hot waves of pleasure coursing through Barbara's body.

"Yeah, you'll be fine." Harley says, mostly to herself, all the while getting one last aroused look at Barbara before finally departing. In the end, leaving the once-proud heroine of Gotham City to dangle there helplessly, sore, used, and most of all, pissed off.

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Howdy Doody!~ And here's chapter 4! I'm a little surprised I was able to take it this far, but I'm glad I have. I like the idea and just everything about it. I hope I'll be able to keep it up for ya'll. And as always, I hope you enjoyed!~