It was a warm night in Gotham, one of those nights where you can't sleep even if you want to. And Gordon wanted to sleep. Badly. He hadn't slept in days. He hadn't slept properly in over a week. Too much had happened. Too much had changed.
He looked down at the files but he didn't pick them up. There was no point, he knew that. They weren't going to give him answers. He had received updates from Arkham but nothing explained the appearance of Ivy. Nothing explained her nakedness, her sexual aggression. She didn't so much resist arrest as try to sexually attack one of his officers. And her body....it was clear that sex had taken place.
And there was only one person that could have been with.
First Harley, then Ivy. What the hell was going on? Gordon dabbed at his brow with his handkerchief, the beads of sweat rolling down his face. It was hot. Too hot. In every sense of the word. He heard the door click.
"Dad...are you still up?"
Barbara. Of course it was Barbara. It couldn't have been him. He wouldn't announce himself with the click of a door for a start. But Barbara's voice gave him relief. Deep down he didn't want the Batman to come to his home tonight. He didn't want to have to ask the questions that needed to be asked.
"I'm just working on a few things honey. Can't sleep? Want some warm milk?"
"Gee dad, you know I'm not a kid anymore right? I was thinking about something a little stronger than warm milk!"
He turned and looked at his daughter. She had grown up to be a fine kid. She was everything he had wanted her to be as he watched her grow up. Smart, bright, beautiful. Every parent wanted a daughter like that. He didn't know how he managed it, but somehow he had raised her right.
"You'll always be my little girl, you know that."
She rolled her eyes. She'd heard that line a million times before.
"One day you'll realise I've grown up dad. Get some rest soon, ok?"
He smiled. Rest was something he knew he wouldn't get any time soon.
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The air was humid. Excellent, he thought. The weather was helping his plans. Warm, sticky weather has the interesting side-effect of increasing the state of arousal in most subjects, not least those who are already highly aroused.
He peered through his round spectacles at the row of monitors watching his guests. Some were alone, such as Ivy, his latest returnee. He was of course disappointed by her return, but it did provide some valuable information into her treatment and helped inform the tweaks necessary.
He watched her intently, her eyes rolling back into her skull as she groped at her heavy breasts, her fingers pulling roughly at her nipple. He admired her greatly as a specimen, a truly stunning female form. He zoomed in on her other hand, the hand moving rapidly between her legs. She was rubbing furiously at her clit, bucking wildly on the bed as she fingered herself to climax.
He ticked a box on the sheet in front of him. He made that 6 orgasms in the last 24 minutes. He made a slight nod, content with the progress. He hoped she would achieve another before she was back in restraints at the end of the 30 minutes.
He glanced through the monitors, looking at others who were under similar observation. He took a moment to take in the scene in Cobblepot's cell. He was restrained in a bed laid vertically, unable to move, unable to do anything. In front of him two of his finest nurses were engaging in the treatment prescribed for him.
He watched on as the first nurse slipped out of her uniform, no underwear of course. She was extremely attractive he noted, her long dark hair almost touching the top of her ass, her breasts small with protruding nipples. Her pussy had a little thatch of hair at the top, something he noted was becoming increasingly rare.
The second nurse had her eyes locked on Cobblepot, smiling seductively, and walked around the first. She was blonde, the contrast deliberate. They were unsure which Cobblepot preferred. He noted that Cobblepot was still showing no signs of preference, his eyes flickering between the two, his mouth twitching, his body thrashing against the restraints. She was of course already naked at this point, and her large breasts were now hidden to the aroused old man, his cock straining against his pants.
The second nurse began to kiss the neck of the first, her eyes still locked on the subject. Her hands roamed the girls body, teasing her breasts, sliding down between her thighs and through the thick hair of her mound. He knew the first nurse was moaning by the way her mouth was moving, and this clearly provoked the patient. He thrashed wildly against the restraints, but the nurses, like the professionals they were, continued onwards.
They would be in the room with Cobblepot for a full hour.
Things were progressing nicely. Very nicely indeed.
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The air was cool in the master bedroom. Maybe a little too cool. He could feel the goosebumps build on his skin. He thought about getting up and adjusting the air conditioning, but he decided against it. He needed rest.
The battles with Harley and Ivy had taken it out of him, not just physically but emotionally. He didn't understand what was going on, but he knew there was something different. This sudden interest in sex...it wasn't like them. Well...perhaps it was a little like Harley, but not Ivy. There was more to it, but he didn't know what. He needed to sleep, and he hoped it would bring him answers by the morning.
His head hit the pillow, and he was out.
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"Nurse, bring in the stimulus"
Strange's voice boomed out over the tannoy and Harley's head jerked up. The nurse had been sitting, unmoving, for hours, just watching her, seeing her reactions. She'd been made to watch hour after hour of pornography, some of which was pretty hot, some of which was pretty tame. She'd seen her share of dirty movies, that's for sure. Not the same as the real thing though.
She wrestled again against the restraints. Teasing bitch she thought. Why make her watch dirty movies if she wasn't able to rub one out? She had kinda stopped watching them a while ago, instead just staring at the bitch nurse. The bitch nurse with the big titties and great ass that probably could be made to grind her face against her hot snatch with no trouble at all. She had that look about her, the type of bitch who loved being made what to do.
She knew that look well. She wore it herself.
The nurse moved towards a door in the room. Not the main door, but a door to the side. She didn't know what was through it. She'd been in there for days but it had never been opened. She thought she heard something once but it was probably just the voices in her head. No big deal.
She waited a long moment until finally she heard wheels turning, wheels that needed oiled. Squeak, squeak, squeak. She mimicked it, the way a kid would. She didn't care. She knew they'd be watching. She knew they were always watching.
