There Was A Reason Why She Hated April Fool's Day [ROUGH WIP] (Patreon)

SYNOPSIS: During a moment of deep contemplation while on patrol, Batgirl wonders why she has a feeling of dread whenever April 1st arrives. And as she arrives at a report of Harley Quinn being in the area, she soon gets her answer.

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Finally, after a winter that seemed to stretch on for far too long, Gotham was now entering spring. A personal favorite of Batgirl's, AKA, Barbara Gordon. And as she glid and leaped from roof top to roof top, she couldn't help but breathe in deeply and enjoy the almost perfect weather.

During the hotter seasons, even at night, trying to patrol while wearing a fairly heavy set of gear was unbearble. And while the colder seaons were somewhat better, for some odd reason, Barbara couldn't help but always catch a bit of a chill, which was quite annoying to say the least.

And so, in this brief respite, Batgirl enjoyed it as much as she possibly could. And to make matters even better, for once, Gotham seemed to be fairly quiet that night. No costumed thugs or super villians out on the prowl, it was all almost to die for.

However, as she glid over to a roof overlooking a nearby bank, a wave of aprehension couldn't help but pass over and through the caped vigilante, nearly making her stand on edge as a result. And even though living in the city that she did was a perfectly understandable reason as to why she might feel this way, for some reason, on this day in particular, Batgirl couldn't help but feel a sense of deep and forboding dread.

From what she remembered, she didn't really have anything going on that day. April 1st, a perfectly averge and normal day. And for some reason, Barbara felt like she should be anywhere else besides where she was now. A confusing feeling to say the least, and one she tried to shake off and yet it continued to stick to her, honestly concerning her more than anything else as she tried to clear her mind.

"All units, we have reports of Harley Quinn being spotted in Amusement Mile. Until further assiassitance arrives, remain out of the area until situation is handled." Batgirl jumps as the police radio in her cowl crackles to life. Ah, maybe this would help clear her mind a little bit, taking down Harley Quinn. Compared to the Joker, it was a threat Barbara knew for herself that she could handle her. And so, pulling out her grappling hook, she fired it off and began her journey toward the area the villianess had been spoted.

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Touching down in Amusement Mile, Barbara took the time to look at the area surrounding her. It wasn't her favorite place for obvious reasons. After her father told her what the Joker did to him, she had to stop herself from making her way over to Arkham and throtteling his neck into multipe pieces. Still as her gaze shifted around the empty area, she was confused as to how she was going to find Harley in a place that, for the most part, looked completely abandoned. That is, until she began to hear something, something that sounded like.... Music?

Rounding a corner, Batgirl came face to face with what looked like some sort of funhouse, the usual kind you'd see in random pop up circuses that appeared around the summer. However, instead of being a place fit for fun and imagination, like the rest of amusement mile, it looked like it was barely held together with tape and glue. Someting that for all intents and purpoes Barbara wouldn't have paid any mind to if it wasn't for the carney music coming from the inside of it. But most strickingly was the fact that there seemed to be some sort of light coming from the inside of it.

Checking her surroundings, Batgirl remained cautious, unwilling to move from her current spot as she stood there. It reeked of a trap, an obvious one at that. However, seeing as this seemed the perfect spot as any for Harley to hitch up, Barbara ignored that nagging feeling inside herself which told her to radio for back up and made her way forward toward the front door. At the same time noticing the bright pink neonlight peering out from under the doorframe.

"Ok, then. Let's see what we're working with here." Barbara mutters to herself as she reaches out a hand and pushes the door open, and sure enough, her eyes are instantly assaulted with blinding bright neon light that seemed to shoot out the moment she pushed the door open. However, once her eyes settled, she noticed something rather striking. That being, unlike the outside of the establishment, the inside of the funhouse seemed to be pretty well put together. With the first attraction appearing to be what looked like a maze of mirrors, concering the viglinates crime fighting insticts as past experiences within areas such as these always led to some freak hiding behind one of the mirrors and jumping out at her.

However, as she began to make her way through, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, just regular mirrors and nothing else. But just as she was beginning to write this part off as some sort of werid gimic before things got more dangerous, Batgirl finally looked at herself in one of the mirrors and much to her horror she quickly realized that these weren't just any normal mirrors. Since, as she peered as herself, she saw that instead of reflecting her normal reflection, it showed herself standing there completely naked, all except for her cowl which still covered her face.

It was horrifying, yet all the while facinating at the exact same time. It captured everything, everything from her built frame which she took care to hide whenever she was in her civlian clothes, to her tight and perky breasts and her fairly shoved cunny, and all the way down to each and every little scar that she got when she first started crime fighting.

"The Hell...." Batgirl says as she looks at herself, her reflection looking just as horrified as she did. "How the Hell was she able to pull something like this off?" Barbara wonders to herself as her horror turns into confusion as she gets a closer look. Was it some sort of screen? No, it couldn't be. Rearing back a hand, the vigliante brought a fist forward hard into the surface, causing it to crack, and not show any sign of it being a screen. And to even add credance to the fact that it wasn't some sort of screen was the fact that no matter how hard she looked, Batgirl couldn't spot a single camera, let alone one that would be able to capture the angle the mirror was showing her now.

It had to be an illiusion, some sort of sick trick. But to be fair, as Batgirl reared her hand back again and bought her fist up against the mirror, actually managing to shatter it this time like the mirror it seemed to be, she realized that's all it was, a mirror. She had faced enough horrible foes to keep her from turning back now, even though the fact that the mirror revealed her naked body was room enough to make her more than uncomfortable. And so, with a slight amount of trepidation and hestiation lurking within the confines of her heart, Batgirl turned on her heel and continued to make her way through the maze of mirrors, all the while trying to ignore the fact that she was currently seeing herself naked in each and everyone of the reflections.

Eventually though, she found the exit, a swift relief for the vigliante as she moved out of the previous area to what looked like a narrow staircase leading upward. However, rather than walking up them all willy nilly, Barbara knew better than to do something like that and instead opted to slowly raise her foot to the first and tap it just to check and see if it was hollow underneath. And sure enough, when she bought her foot down, the sound of empty space rung out in her ears, making Barbara smirk as she moved her foot to the next step and found it to be normal.

Then from there, she slowly made her way up, checking each step until she reached the stop of the staircase, but just as she stepped up to the final ledge, the floor was suddenly pulled out underneath her, causing her to fall before the floor suddenly slammed back into her neck. Luckily, thanks to the armoring in her cowl, when it slammed into her, it didn't crush her neck, however, what it instead did was leave her locked in place as the sounds of familar giggling filled her ears. Oh, God.

"Harley?!" Batgirl struggles, trying to wiggle herself free from her current situation but was ultiamtely unable to as she listened on in horror as Harley's giggling soon turned into laughter before her said laughter was joined by the laughter of what sounded like countless other voices before she felt what felt like dozens of pairs of hands begin to grope at her body. "Hey! Stop!" She shouts angirly as she tries to fight off the hands as they rubbed at her crotch and groped at her tits through her costume before her hands and legs are held in place as she suddenly feels as her utlity belt is torn from her person before it was followed up by every other possible piece of equipment located on her body. And to make an already horrible situation even worse, she feels the sharp edge of a knife press into her tummy, leaving her to expect the worse. However, what instead ends up happening is that the parts of her costume covering her crotch and tits are cut away.

"Fucking! Damn it!" Batgirl practically screams as she then feels more hands begin to grope at her bare breasts, pinching her nipples and gripping tightly at her tit meat, while below, more digits fought to rub and finger at her pussy before the laughter that seemed to fill every part of the room increased in volume, worrying Barbara and for good reason as the caped vigilantes feels something large and bulbous slowly get pushed inside her pussy. "NO!" Batgirl screams as a surge of adrenline passes through her, giving herself enough strength to kick herself free and actually manage to pull herself up from the trapfloor.

"Gah!" Batgirl screams as she throws herself forward, quickly turning back around just in time to see as the floor she just fell thorugh is closed back up. Although, looking down at herself, the majority of her attention was instead switched toward the massive dildo that now found itself jammed up inside her pussy. "Oh, fuck!" Batgirl curses under her breath as she reaches out and grabs the toy, the forced movement of which causes her to cringe but nevertheless power through the sensations that come when she slowly starts pulling it out until she was able to finally toss it to the side in disgust.

"More where that came from batbitch!" A familar, annoying voice rings out through a speaker above her as Barbara turns to look at a speaker connected to some sort of camera system. "Was hopin' for one of the younga ones, but I'm still glad I was able to catch a slut like you." Harley rings out before laughing.

"The Hell is this Harley?!" Batgirl shouts out angirly, raising both of her hands to cover her now naked body as she stands there nervously in what appeared to be some sort of foyer room, the staircase she just came up from quickly closes up also, cutting off any escape from where she came as she now stands there in complete and utter uncharted territory.

"I already told you! Just a taste of some of the fucked up shit I got cooked up for you! Hope you weren't planning on doing anything later, cuz' this is gonna be a LONG night for ya!" Harley's voice rings out before falling into a fit of laughter, gratting even further on Barbara's nerves as she stands there, her most private places only being covered up by her hands and arms.

Thinking quick, Barbara tried to use her comms. Harley, she was bad, maybe not as a bad as the Joker. But never at any point was she THIS bad. And in this case, she needed backup, fast. "Batgirl to base. Batgirl to base! Does anybody read me?!"

Nothing but static, the sound only deepend the dread she was feeling as she heard Harley fall into another fit of laughter. "Did ya' really think I wouldn't figua out a way to cut out ya comms? Jeez, batbitch, I hate to say it, but maybe the smarts do lie with the boys of the group." Harley laughs, making Barbara grit her teeth as she turned to survey her current surroundings.

OK, so radioing for back up is a no go. That's fine, she's handled worse situations than these by herself before. All she had to do was remain as careful as she usually was, espescially as she rounded a corner and found herself in some sort of hallway. 5 total doors, two on either side and one on the end. Thinking about the most obvious solution to her problem, Batgirl made her way to the one directly in front of herself, only to find it locked with 4 seperate locks.

"Damn it." She breathes out frustrated, if she still had her utlity belt or any of her gear, this would be a cakewalk. But it was clear at that point that she was going to have to play whatever game Harley had cooked up for her, whether she wanted to or not. So, taking a step back, Barbara took stock of the four doors before her. Given how things had gone so far, it didn't take long for her to figure that this was only going to be the tip of the perverbeal iceburg in terms of things to come. And so, with enough hesitation in her heart to leave anyone in a lost stuper, she looks to her right and opens the door to complete and total darkness.

"C'mon, Batbitch! Get in there already!" Harley's voice rings out from the speaker. "And don't even think of activating any sort of night vision shit, cause I got sensors in each of these rooms which will detect it." Harley's voice calls out again, causing Batgirl to sigh at the fact that she now had to step into complete and total darkness. But, honestly? What other choice did she really have?

Making her way forward, Batgirl tried to feel her way around, only to find that the room she was in was completely empty, giving her some semblance of hope that this might not be as bad as she was thinking. However, as the lights in the room suddenly turned on, it proved to be quite the oppiste, as going across each part of the walls around her were a series of a pattern of holes, that being, one low and two others above at roughly around the same height.

"Huh, so this room? Not really the one I would've gone for, but I guess you don't really have all that much of a choice!" Harley's voice calls out from a speaker behind Barbara, something she sees as she turns around and sure enough notices how it's also connected to another camera. "Alright, Batbitch! Here's the deal, we're going to be playing a little game, a guessing game." Harley announces as from each of the bottom holes in the room, pops out a cock, each long in it's length and twitching slightly.

"The H-Hell?!" Barbara says, spinning on her heel as she sees that in total, there were around 20 to 30 members primed and ready for whatever she was about to be forced to do. "Harley!" She shouts, obviously resistant toward whatever this was all aiming to be.

"Relax! Your smart, right? All you have to do is find the right ding-dong, that being, mine!" Harley announces. "Now, being the woman you are, I'm sure your pretty much doubtful of your skills to figure something like this out, but being one of the only girl's in an all boy's club, I'm sure you can use some of your skills to figure out the difference between me from my girls."

Oh, Hell no. Hell fucking no. No fucking way was Barbara going to do something like this. Sucking a multitude of cocks just to see which one was Harley's? No way! "Harley! You don't really believe I'm going to do something like this do you?" Batgirl calls out. Harley might've been crazy, but by no means was she crazy enough that she would be able to get her to do this.

"Oh, Batbitch. What's with all the hesitation? It's just you, me, and my girls. Oh! And this hostage of ours." Harley voice rings out before a sudden screen turns on the other side of the room, revealing blurry and hard to see footage of a naked woman, her face and head covered by a hood. However, what stood out the most to the vigilante was the fact that she was covered her cum, with most of the sticky white fluid leaking out from her pussy and asshole, with an extra sprinkling of it going across her tits for good measure. Along with that, her tits seemed to be groped raw, with her nipples standing on edge as her body also seemed to be riddled with bruises and swat marks. "All you just need to do is get through the house and you and our little guest here will be released!" Harley announces, only deepening the bottomless hatred Batgirl had for her at that point.

"Your a monster, Harley. Even Joker wouldn't stoop this low." Batgirl growls, gritting her teeth as she continues watching the footage.

"Aw, Batbitch, you don't even know how flattering it is to hear you say that." Harley gushes. "NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET TO SUCKIN' ALREADY!" She suddenly shouts, and given that she really had no other choice, Batgirl was forced to comply as the footage of the woman suddenly turned off, leaving her to only focus on her task.

Getting a better look at each of the members, she saw that each and every one of them were pale white, obviously meant to match Harley's own skin, making an already difficult task even harder for her as she tried to steady herself. If Harley was playing along with the rules of the game, which most likely she was, since it was pretty obvious that someone like Harley wouldn't pass up the chance to get Batgirl to suck her, then all she had to do was pick the right member and she'd get the key piece for the door. Still, that didn't make the fact that she still had to do this any easier as she let out a huff from her lips before kneeling down before one of the cocks.

Like the rest inside the room, the one that Barbara had choosen was long, standing a staggering 14 inches of solid fuck meat.

"And don't even think about giving out a handy, unless you want our little mutal friend of ours to receive a few more markings for good measure.~" Harley sings, causing Batgirl to grit her teeth together as she stared down the head of the fuck rod before her.

"Whatever, just get it over with already!" Batgirl tells herself mentally as she got her face closer to it, giving her the chance to watch as a pearly drop of pre began to ooze out from the head and drip down to the floor. "Oh, God...." Batgirl groaned under her breath, but still, after working herself up, she slowly opened her mouth and moved her head forward, taking the head of the cock into her maw.

Almost instantly, Barbara's senses were assaulted with a disgusting musky taste which was only amplified by the precum that now pooled across her tounge. Her mind screamed at her to pull away, to spit out any of the fluid that was slowly making its way down her throat, but throughout it all, she remained determined as she began to slowly move her head back and forth, taking the member into her mouth in thick meaty strokes of her mouth. Her efforts of which cause the cock to twitch slightly, giving Batgirl some semblance of hope that this degrading task would be over sooner rather than later. However, as nothing comes up with, she's left heartbroken to continue her task as she slowly tries to blow the cock before her.

"Just imagine it as literally anybody else." Batgirl thinks to herself as she tries to think back romantic evening she spent with past partners, something that seemed to do the trick at least somewhat. However....

"Damn! Told ya, ya wouldn't be half bad at suckin' cock!" Harley's voice from the speaker breaks any sort of mental illusion she could've tried to make herself as she's bought back to what she's doing, forced to suck cock in some sort of fucked up horny fun house built by none other than Harley Quinn herself. The thought alone was enough to cause her to bring her teeth down and through the cock head currently exploring all the parts of her mouth. But given the fact that there was also a hostage, the vigilante thought twice about doing that. Still, the temptation was there as she continued to move her head up and down in an increasingly rapid manner and still got nothing for it.

"Although, maybe you could use a little help." Harley voice ponders as unbenknownst to Barbara, a pair of hands and arms slowly snake their way out from the pair of holes above the one the cock she was currently came out from, and slowly but surely, they made their way downward until they were mere inches away from Batgirl's bobbing head. Then, once they were close enough, they suddenly grab hold of her head via her cowl's ears and proceed to pull Barbara's head all the way down the member, spearing the rest of the muscle she had been avoiding all the way down her gullet in one thick stroke of movement, more than catching the vigilante in question off guard as her eyes suddenly go wide and she presses both of her hands up against the wall to try and pull herself free. However, the person on the otherside of the wall only took the chance to loosen her grip and give her some slack, only to tighten it once again and pull her head all the way back down.

"GLGK! GLKGLK! GLKGLK! GLGLKLK!" Barbara gurgles helplessly as her throat is fucked repeatidly by the member currently violating it. Her efforts to get herself free were proving ultiamtely worthless, leaving her at the complete and utter mercy of the woman on the other side of the wall.

By no means was Barbara experienced in using her throat. Even in her aformentioned past sexual experiences, none of that even came close to the throat bashing she was currenlty receving as it seemed to just drag on and on and on and on and on until with one final pull, the hands currently controling the movement of her head suddenly pull her down as far as she could go down before beginning to unload. The salty payload being fired directly down her throat in thick globby blasts of cum that seemed to coat both the inside of her throat AND mouth.

"GLKG! LGKKL! GLKK! GLKkkkk...." Batgirl bangs on the wall as her face begins to slowly go red from the lack of oxygen, but before she could pass out, the hands finally release her, allowing the vigilante to suddenly pull her head back, not before receving one blast of goo across her cowled features as she gasps for air she despertely needed.

And while coughing up bits of cum, Batgirl quickly turns her attention back toward the hole in the wall. Only for it to suddenly seal up. "Uh oh, Batbitch! Looks like in this case, ya ended up choosin' wrong! Although, I'm sure SHE didn't mind." Harley's voice rings out, nearly making Barbara scream out in fury.

"Harley, when I find you. I'm going to do to you what Batman should've done to the Joker long ago." Batgirl's voice drips with venom as she kneels there.

"Oh, I look forward to it. Now, if you don't mind. You have plenty of cocks to get through before you find the key to that door." Harley mocks back.

Despite all the things Harley was at that moment, she was still right. Looking around at all the other members currently surrounding her, Batgirl had a long night of sucking ahead of her, no matter if she wanted to or not.

And so, after letting out a shuttery breath that held back an endless barrage of curses aimed toward her current captor, Batgirl turned and picked another cock out from the lot. This time, however, any sort of reservations she might've had previously were tossed to the side as the only thing she was looking for was the damn key. And thus, as such, Batgirl quickly got to work sucking on the next cock, moving her head up and down the member at much faster extent she did previously, partially due to the hope that could get through this quicker and also due to the fact that she didn't want to get throat fucked again.

"Oooh! Look at you, eager beaver! Seems that your now finally gettin' the picture." Harley's voice mocks as Batgirl's continues to suck. Through her cowl, it was clear to see the deep and powerful glare she carried as she tried her hardest to get the member in her mouth off, at the same time, still grimacing and cringing each time she felt the muscle twitch while it was trapped by her lips.

Despite her increased efforts however, the result stayed the same as before. The cock itself just seemed unwilling to cum no matter how hard Batgirl sucked on it, twirled her tounge around it, or did anything remotely special that she herself thought would bring most people to completion in a matter of moments. It wasn't until Batgirl took the time to steady herself and try throating the cock on her own accord did she seem to get anywhere. Although, even then, the moment the head of the long member touched the back of her throat, her body was quickly racked through a series of gagging and retching, less to the extent compared to before, but still enough to the point that Batgirl had to pull back.

"And would ya look at that, desprete enough to try and throat it. While I admire the effort, you still have a long way's to go before your primed like any other whore out there." Harley comments, and sure enough, as Batgirl continued to work the cock in her mouth, a pair of hands quickly descended upon her head, grabbed hold of it, and proceeded to go to town. And while Barbara put up a less of a fight now that she knew it was coming, she still struggled deeply to catch a single breath as her gullet was repeaditly plundered by the long and hard mass of muscle. All of which came to a head when like before, the cock cums, spraying what felt like endless loads down Batgirl's throat before she's finally released. And she she turns her attention back to the hole itself, only to see it suddenly seal up, out of frustration, she brings her fist down into the metal floor and lets out an angry cry.

"Hey, don't get mad at me, it's your own luck that's gotten you to where you are now." Harley goes onto say, nearly making Batgirl stand up from where she was and bring her fist through the nearby speaker. And yet, she didn't. Instead opting to, like before, move onto the next member in line, in the vain hope of it being the one.

And thus, the same process repeats itself, with Batgirl moving down cock to cock. Trying to find the one that belonged to Harley, and each time she manged to get a cock to cum, it gave her nothing. And while all this was going on, Harley continued to mock and laugh at her, nearly making Batgirl lose her mind in the process until midway through moving onto the next cock, it's suddenly pulls back and a thick white rear is pressed up against the hole instead, it's tight sphinceter winking slightly as a massive cock hung beneath.

"Oh, fuck that!" Batgirl retracts, disgust latent in her voice as she stands up from her her postion. The thick globules of cum that had built across her face slowly spilling down across the rest of her body as she remains disgusted at that fact that instead of giving the usual blowjob, the next sick bitch wanted her to give her a rimjob of all things.

"Please, Batbitch, with the way you look at that boy toy of yours, your surely dug your tounge up into his sweety hole!" Harley voice comments, disgusting Barbara even further as she continues to look down at the anus being presented to her. "Besides, what made ya really think you had a choice in all of this?" Harley goes onto say, her voice sounding more sinister than Barbara had ever heard it before.

This wasn't right. None of it was. Joker was supposed to be the sick one, and Harley.... She was just supposed to be the help. But this, every single part of it, it was all just sick. And to top it all off, deep down, Barbara knew she had no choice than to comply with the demands given to her, no matter how hard she didn't want to or how the meer thought of doing something like that alone, made her want to puke up all the cum she had swallowed down. And to make matters even worse, this was only just the first room out of 3 others.

Kneeling back down, Barbara felt bile rise to the back of her throat as she looked at what was being presented to her. She was going to do this. NO! She HAD to do this. All for the saftey of the hostage Harley had, even if it meant, doing.... This.

Leaning in, Barbara took in the pungent musk of the rear, the glistening beads of sweat running down the thick plump butt cheeks, balls, and member nearly causing her to back away once again. And yet, she held herself to it, getting her face closer until it was mere inches away from the sphincter before her. God, she was going to kill Harley for this. But before she could have any second thoughts, she let her tounge roll out from her mouth and in a quick instant, pressed it up against the butthole, causing the owner of said rear to twitch slightly while Barbara herself realed back, gagging heavily at the salty bitter taste.

The cocks she had blown, they all hadn't been in the condition Barbara would've preferred them to have been in. With sweat and general musk making an already seemingly impossible task all the more difficult. But after having only gotten a mere taste of this mystery person's ass, it nearly made her vomit on the spot.

"Oh, quit bein' such a fuckin' baby and GET TO IT ALREADY!" Harley screams, nearly pushing Barbara to tears as she turned back to the asshole. And as hesitation began to seep back into her, she suddenly pushed herself, sticking her tounge out once again and pressing it up against the salty asshole. However, instead of backing away, Barbara's hands formed white knuckle hard grips as she kept going, slowly and reluctantly beginning to lap at the sphicnter, causing it to twitch and shiver slightly the more deep she got with it. God, what she would give to have a chance to start the day all over again and avoid these circumstances.

But that wasn't something she had, what she had now was a responsibitly, even if it meant applying more and more pressure with her tounge up against the ass before. Deep down, she tried to think about literally anything else, but it was well and truly impossible. Her mind, no matter how hard she tried to shift it, was stuck to what she was doing as her tounge tasted and rolled across every part of that puckered hole.

"C'mon! Get in there already! I wanna see that tounge of your deep inside her ass!" Harley calls out, making Barbara cringe even harder inwardly, if that was even possible at that point given how hard she was fighting against herself as her mind and body both begged and tried to get her face away from what she was doing. But thanks to her time as a hero, she still ended up pushing herself, even if that meant letting her tounge finally push through the entrance to the ass before her.

"Gah! Ggggemm...." Barbara groans, her mouth full of thick ass meat as she slowly tried to worm her tounge deeper inside the mystery woman's butthole. It's warm and bitter taste only getting worse by the second as a result as she eventually got to a point that her own lips were just about to push up against the lips of the woman's ass. And just as she was about to pull away, above her, similar to how she first started this room, a pair of hands and arms emerged out from the hole, their postion different from all the other hands due to their owner being in a different postion than the rest of the women in the room as Barbara tended to her. The only thing that was the same however, was how they grabbed hold of Barbara's head and quickly pulled her her face further up against her ass, giving the vigilante no room to escape, no matter how hard the woman in question tried as her tounge squirmed and moved about the asshole it was in.

"Mmlmlmlml! MLMLMMm!" Barbara groans out, her words muffled by the plump pale ass she was forced to eat out as everything seemed to come crashing down around her all the while continued to keep going. Leaving Barbara completely helpless in the end to her fate as a simple ass eater. It was disgusting, one of the worst things she had ever done in her life, and so she wasn't sure she was going to be able to keep going at this pace. But before Barbara was able to face the fate of being sufficated by thick clown girl ass, the grip on her head suddenly tightens drastically as through her tounge, she was able the feel the woman's ass twitch slightly, giving her the vain hope that she might've actually gotten her to cum. And sure enough, the hands quickly release her, letting Barbara suddenly pull her head back and gasp for air, to both fill her lungs but also to try and wash her mouth out of the bitter taste that was now prevelent in it.

And yet, as her gaze quickly shifted back to look toward the now empty hole in the wall, she couldn't help but let out a scream of frustration as it simply seals up. "Uh oh, seems all that ass munchin' was for nothin'. Better luck next time, I guess." Harley continues to mock as Barbara was left unsure of how much more she would be able to take and not lose her mind all at the same time. Still, despite her deep frustrations, she knew that she couldn't stop. Looking over at the walls of cocks that continued to stretch out before her, she knew that eventually, she'd find the right member. And, so, while continuing to hold herself back, she went onto the next hole in the wall.

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Howdy Doody!~ Just in case you were wondering what I've been working on the past few days, it's this! Mind you, the quality of grammar, writing, and such is still pretty rough. But all I wanted to do was give you all a little preview of what I've made so far regarding this story. And I hope to get it out to you soon!~