"Hey Bat's!" Harley grinned and flicked a slender finger across his forehead.
Bruce blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus on the room around him, but all he could see was a mixture of shadows and odd shapes. He did however... know that voice. It was a voice he's heard for many years and one that most people would hear as they took their last breath.
"Harley Quinn!" He growled.
"The one and only," she giggled and twirled on the spot. She was wearing tight-fitting leather pants, thick, knee high gothic style boots, and a red tinted corset. Her arms and shoulders were bare, showing off her smooth pearl white skin.
"What have you done, Harley?" Bruce said and tugged at the bonds around his wrists. He realised he was strapped by thick vines to a four-poster bed by his wrists and ankles.
"Don't bother tryin' ta get out of there, Ivy wound her pets nice and tight for you!" She giggled again and strutted out of the dim light into view. "This is quite the predicament, isn't it bats... I mean, getting caught by little old me."
Bruce tugged at the vines again with all his strength, but it was no use. They were indeed wrapped tight like iron.
"I said," she brought the palm of her hand down onto his bare chest with a slap, then traced the tip of one finger along his collar bone. "Don't bother! You're all tied up, Mr. Dark Knight!"
"What do you want, harley?" Bruce growled and glared straight at her. Her eyes swirled with green and blue as she strutted up and down the side of the bed next to him.
"It's not about what I want. It's about Mr J, and he'll be here soon enough!"
"Is that all you care about, what the joker wants?" Bruce said. "Isn't there something else in this life other than that maniac?"
"What else is there," she grinned and stopped pacing. "You're not doing yourself any favours bats, talking about my JJ that way! He won't be pleased!"
"Let me go, Harley, and it'll be over quick!"
"Quick," she snarled, her smile turning into a grimace. "You think I'm gonna let you go just so I can go straight past go to a jail cell?"
Bruce scanned the room, searching for something, anything that would get him out of this hell he found himself in. The walls and floors were a mixture of splattered colour, and the bed looked rickety and old. Perhaps if he pulled hard enough, it would fall apart.
"Let me go, Harley, i won't ask again," bruce said.
Harley reached into her trousers and, in a flash, pressed the tip of a small knife to his throat, drawing a line of blood that ran down his neck and across his chest.
"You seem to think you're in charge here," she grinned from ear to ear with a manical look in her eyes. "Does it feel like you're in charge?"
"You've always been second best, harley," Bruce whinced as he spoke. "Second best to the joker!"
"Im Mr js one and only, his lover, his wife, his slutty little whore! Im whatever he needs me to be!" harley said pressing the blade deeper. "Now, I thought about leaving you alone until he gets here...but all this playing with knives has got me a little hot and bothered. What do ya say to me blowing off a little steam batsy."
Harley giggled and removed the knife from Bruce's throat and tossed it across the room. Her movements became a blur as she flipped up from the floor to the bed straddling him between her thighs.
"Get off harley," Bruce growled and bucked his hips trying to force her back onto the floor.
"Ha ha haaaa!" She laughed out loud and began to grind her crotch against his. "Save the thrusting for later batsy!"
"I said get off!"
She leaned forward pressing their entire bodies together and pushing her face so close to his he could feel her breath on his cheeks. "Are you sure you want me to get off?" She grinned and spat the gum in her mouth at the far wall.
"This will end badly for you," Bruce growled.
Her lips spread into a smile once more. "If your worried about what that slutty cat will, I wont tell a soul."
"You think thats what im worried about?" Bruce said.
"Well, what else could it be. Most men would be beggin for me to tie them to the bed! Especially since my body is prime material and my insides are tighter than anything you've ever slid into!"
"You are insane!"
"Mmmm..." she hummed and rolled her eyes. "Perhaps, but dem kinda girls make the best fucks, wouldnt you agree?"
Harley sat up, wriggled her hips against him once more then flipped backwards off the bed to land perfectly at his feet.
Bruce struggled against his bonds once more and scanned the room looking for any way out of this mess.
"Calm down batsy, I'm Not gonna hurt you. Not unless you want me to anyway," she giggled and spun around on one foot with a smile on her face.
"don't do this Harley, you will regret it!"
"this semi you've got going on down there says I won't!" she said punctuating her words with a high-pitched laugh. "now..." she stepped forward, reached out one slender hand and traced the outside of his underwear with the tips of her fingers causing Bruce to shudder.
"Perhaps he needs a little encouragement," she grinned and stood up straight. She reached to her chest and gripped the zipper at the top of her corset, pulling it down slowly with her eyes locked on his watching for his reaction. Once the zip was undone, she let her corset drop to the floor with a thud, revealing her pearl white skin and thick, perky breasts. She reached up with both hands and gave herself a squeeze.
Bruce shook his head and let out a sigh of frustration.
"What, you don't like the body of a good woman?" she giggled. "My tits are leagues above that flat chested cat you like to poke all night!"
"Harley stop this," Bruce growled.
"no way, we are just getting started. Here..." she purred and slinked around the side of the bed To Stand above his head. She lent forward Placing her right breast just within reach of Bruce's mouth. "go on then, suck it!"
Bruce shook his head and turned his face away from her causing a flash of anger to corrupt the smile that was spread across her face. In a flash she pulled another knife from her pocket and pressed its tip to the muscles of his stomach.
"suck it, or I'll cut it!" she said letting out another high pitched laugh.
Bruce shook his head once more then grunted as she put a little pressure on the blade dinging it into his skin.
"I said suck it!" she hissed with a maniacal look in her eyes.
Bruce groaned then turned his face back towards her. He lifted his head then clamped his lips around the areola of her rock hard nipple and began to suck.
"Oh yeah, that's it, batsy boy, suck it!" She giggled and let out a groan.
Bruce's growl of contempt was muffled by the breast covering his mouth. He tugged his arms again, hoping the vines had somewhat loosened... They hadn't.
"Now," Harley gasped and stood up, wrenching her breast from his mouth. "They don't produce milk, ya know!"
She strutted around to the foot of the bed again and winked as she ran a finger along the waist of her leather trousers. "Wanna see what's inside?"
Bruce shook his head. "Harley, I'm warning you, no more!"
"Are you sure?" She giggled and gestured to his crotch. "Because your mouth is saying no, but that cock between your legs seems to be growing bigger and bigger by the second ha ha haaaa!"
"When I get out of here..." Bruce growled.
"What ya gonna do batsy, pummel me into submission," she said as she licked her lips. "Maybe I'll let you out. Maybe that's just what I need right now, ha haa!"
She reached up and squeezed her left breast once more, then slowly trailed her fingers down over her washboard stomach to the waist of her trousers.
"But before I do that, we're gonna do things my way! I'm gonna unwrap your gift for being such a good sport."
She unhooked to the belt around her waist, opened the clip holding her trousers, then slowly, seductively, slid her trousers down her long toned legs without breaking eye contact with Bruce. She stepped out of her trousers and kicked them across the room and did another little Twirl on the floor at his feet, showing off her entire body to him. She was toned and slim. If she weren't bat crazy she would probably be one of the most gorgeous looking women he had ever seen.
"Now bats," she said, sounding serious this time. "You just lay there and let Harley do all the work."
In a flash she moved forward in a blur. Before he could protest any more than he already had her hands had gripped his underwear and with a hard tug and a ripping sound they were flying across the room to hit the far wall. Harley's eyes widened and the grin spread across her face accompanied with a maniacal look in her eyes.
"you've been hiding this from me, for all these years you've been chasing me and Mr J and yet I had no idea you were so thick and long!" she let out a high-pitched whimper.
Bruce shuddered as her cold hands wrapped themselves around his shaft and tugged up and down pulling back his foreskin until it couldn't be pulled back any more.
"wow, you're just peachy down there aren't you?" she giggled. "let's... See if you can get bigger!"
Bruce's body tensed up as Harley, without warning, sunk the entire length of his cock as far down her throat as she could. She gargled and slurped as her head began to Bob up and down and her lips squeeze the outside of his shaft from the tip to the base.
Bruce shut his eyes. He couldn't believe this was happening. Don't enjoy it, he kept Saying to himself over and over again in his head. Don't enjoy it!
Harley's head Bobbed faster, Up and down, Up and down, Never coming up for air. Her tongue circled and twisted Massaging the sides and tip of his shaft With expert skill. Bruce felt himself grow thicker, Harder, And longer Causing Harley to let out little whimpers each time she drove him down her wet throat.
"Harley," Bruce gasped and clenched his hands into fists.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned taking him to the back of her throat once more.
