Re: -Goldi Locks- 3batmasterMay 2 2012, 04:02:58 UTC
Barbara swallowed past a thick tightening in her throat, her mouth suddenly as dry as a desert. Harley sounded so utterly convinced of what she said. Barbara didn’t want to know why. She didn’t want to know what kind of drug or serum or otherworldly concoction she might have come up with that would get Barbara to do her bidding.
She couldn’t think anymore, because Harley’s lips were on hers, smashed against her own, a questing tongue seeking the depths of her mouth. Barbara couldn’t fight her off. She did the only thing she could. She bit down.
Harley yelped and pulled away, her momentum taking her backward as she fell out of the chair. She righted herself and glared at her captive, wiping the blood from her mouth with the back of a hand. The wide grin on her face never faltered. “I tried to be nice, Little Bat… thought maybe ya wanted untied…” She shrugged. “Oh well, looks like we’re gonna have to do this the hard way,”
Harley turned to the thugs, once again taking a commanding tone. “Clear outta here, Boys! It’s Harley’s Playtime,” The thugs protested, but headed for the door. “You can watch on the monitors…” Harley conceded.
When the door leading out of the room shut behind the last thug, Harley walked over to a small tray table. She returned to Barbara wielding a large hypodermic syringe filled with a glowing blue fluid.
Barbara tensed when the needle pierced the Batsuit and a moment later, her skin. Harley pushed the plunger down slowly, until all of the liquid was in Barbara’s arm, before she removed the needle and carefully discarded it.
“You…won’t…” Barbara panted, straining to hold her head up and look at her. Whatever king of drug this was, she could feel it burn in her veins. She tried to fight it, but the effects of the fast-acting drug were taking hold already. Barbara felt weak, like her limbs were made of melted butter, and it was an effort, just to breathe and stay conscious.
Harley’s voice sounded as though it was coming from far away. “Oh, I will, Honey…By the way… What’s your name…?”
Her name? Barbara blinked rapidly. There was some reason she shouldn’t answer that. She couldn’t remember why. But she didn’t want to lie to Harley.
“Barbara,” she admitted.
Harley smiled. “Do ya like girls, Babs?”
“Yes,”
Harley’s smile grew wider. “Good. Do ya like, me?”
“No,”
Harley pouted. Well, at least the serum was working.
Re: -Goldi Locks- 4batmasterMay 2 2012, 04:06:35 UTC
She walked behind Barbara and leaned over her, snaking her arms around Barbara’s shoulders in a semblance of an embrace.
“You will…” she purred in Barbara’s ear. “You’ll learn to like me,”
Barbara flinched, shuddering slightly at Harley’s hot breath on her ear.
Harley smiled knowingly and quested her bruised tongue out of her mouth to slither along the outer shell of Barbara’s ear. A soft moan escaped Barbara’s lips.
“Do you like that?” Harley asked
“Yes,”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,”
Harley leaned a little closer and closed her lips around Barbara’s earlobe, suckling gently and flicking the little flap of flesh with her tongue. Barbara’s breathing quickened, coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Was that good?”
“Yes,”
“Do ya like what Harley does to ya?”
“Yes,”
Harley moved around to Barbara’s front. She surveyed her captive, taking in the slackness in her limbs, the impossibly wide pupils. The drug was well into its effectiveness. Which meant, she had at least two to three good hours before it would wear off. She brought out a small folding knife from one of her pockets and flicked it open.
Fear glinted in Barbara’s eyes as she gasped. Harley tilted her head to one side.
“Are ya scared?” she asked.
“Yes,” Barbara replied
“Why?”
“You’re crazy,”
Harley really couldn’t fathom why Babs thought she was trying to hurt her. All she wanted to do was keep her. Well, that, and make her feel good.
“Why would I wanna hurt ya?” Harley asked, more to herself than to Barbara, but before she could answer her own question, Barbara replied
“You’re crazy,”
“I just wanna play with ya, and I don’t like broken toys. Does that make ya less scared?”
Re: -Goldi Locks- 5batmasterMay 2 2012, 04:09:52 UTC
Harley sighed. “Nevermind, then. Its not like you got much choice in the matter anyway,” Harley took her knife and reached to the joint of the fabric where Barbara’s costume met her cowl. She hooked a few fingers under the fabric and slipped the knife underneath. The leather began to give with surprisingly minimal sawing on Harley’s part. Apparently, Batgirl’s costume wasn’t nearly as high-tech as the Batman’s.
Divesting the Batgirl would have been a much easier task had Harley simply released her from her bonds. It was the mental factor Harley was going for, though. She would break Barbara, and when she did, Batgirl would belong to her. In all, it took nearly a half-hour to dissect the suit, leaving Barbara in only her cowl, gloves, boots and lingerie.
Harley stepped back triumphantly, her voice sing-song as she skipped backward displaying the mangled Batsuit in front of her as she pranced toward the garbage can. “Say Bye-Bye to Batgirl!” she sang as she slammed the Batgirl suit into the can.
On her way back to her captive, she paused. “Wow…Babs…” she muttered, blinking her eyes at the sight before her. Batgirl’s body was all toned sinew from the taut flesh of her arms to the smooth expanse of her stomach, the soft swell of her hips, and the long planes of her legs. “You’re a real looker…” Harley murmured.
She shook her head and knelt before Barbara again, bringing out her knife and flicking it open. “Just one more layer to go, Babs!” she squealed excitedly. “Then you’re all mine…”
Harley made quick work of the bra and panties and stepped back a moment to stare at her handi-work. “So… you’re a natural redhead?”
“Yes,”
Harley put her knife away and slid her hands up Barbara’s sides, cupping each breast in a hand when she got up to them. Barbara arched toward her, and moaned when Harley began massaging and kneading her breasts, slowly at first and a little harder as time went on.
Harley leaned up on her knees and brought her mouth to Barbara’s left breast, closing her lips around the pert pink nipple. She suckled gently, noting her captive’s gasps and the way her body trembled in her bonds. She grazed her teeth over the hard flesh and Barbara yelped, arching her body more toward Harley, shoving more of her breast into Harley’s mouth.
Harley let go of Barbara’s left breast, the flesh giving a wet pop as she removed her mouth and moved on to the right breast, giving it the same treatment, swirling her tongue around the nipple and sucking on the hardened peak. Barbara moaned, her breaths now rasping gasps, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Harley pulled away, but left her hands still on Barbara’s breasts, massaging them.
“Ya like this?”
“Ye--No,”
“What?” Harley’s voice was suddenly harsh, dropping to a much lower tone than normal.
Re: -Goldi Locks- 6batmasterMay 2 2012, 04:15:32 UTC
Harley cursed again and stomped off toward the medical tray. She muttered to herself as she prepared another needle. Harley stormed back to where Barbara was still captive. She expelled the second syringe into Barbara’s bloodstream.
“Now quit fightin’,”
“N-never…”
“Oh yes, ya will…”
Barbara’s body slackened further still, a little bit of drool slipping from the corner of her mouth. Harley grinned again flicked her knife out long enough to slice the bonds at Batgirl’s ankles. She pushed the redheaded woman’s thighs farther apart and noted that there was no protest from her captive.
“You’re really flexible, huh?”
“Yes,”
Harley got on her knees and started kissing her way down Barbara’s stomach.
“S-stop…”
Harley shook her head. “Sorry, I don’t wanna,” she said, and continued leaving a trail of kisses until she reached the nest of Barbara’s pubic hair.
Harley nestled her face in Barbara’s moist, sweet-scented folds. She turned her eyes up for Barbara’s reaction as she flicked her tongue out with the first venturing lick.
Barbara grunted, her eyes shut tight, her breathing rapid. Harley licked her again, and again, eliciting a similar reaction from the redhead each time.
Harley quit teasing and set herself to the task of giving her captive so much pleasure, that when she woke, she would be sore.
Barbara gasped and trembled at Harley’s tongue, flinching when Harley violated her with two intruding fingers sliding into her.
“Stop…” Barbara pleaded, tears rolling down her eyes.
Harley continued to ignore her, until Barbara finally came, screaming out a long, ragged shout. Afterward, Barbara sobbed for several minutes, until sleep took her.
Harley sighed. “Well, guess that’s it for tonight,”
She pulled out her knife and sliced the bonds at Batgirl’s wrists, letting her arms fall limply where they may.
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The next several weeks went by in a similar fashion, Barbara refused Harley’s advances less and less with each application of the drug. Her body enjoyed their private sessions more and more and her mind…well, her mind slowly forgot why it was that she should care.
Then it happened one day.
Harley walked into the room she had arranged for Barbara once the physical struggles had ceased. “Hey Sugar Bat,” she cooed at the redhead’s form, sitting in the middle of a giant, fluffy bed. Barbara did not respond. This was far from unexpected, though.
Harley climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her newfound lover. She’d left the TV on for her, but she noticed that Babs wasn’t watching. She was just staring straight ahead, blue eyes fixated on nothing in particular. Harley waved a hand in front of her eyes. “Helllooooo…any body home?” she called.
Barbara made no acknowledgement of her presence at all. Every now and then, her eyelids blinked, from the need to lubricate her eyes. A smile came to Harley’s lips.
“Perfect,” she murmured to herself. Then, to her charge, she said, “I know just the thing to cheer ya up!”
Re: -Goldi Locks- 7batmasterMay 2 2012, 04:16:42 UTC
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Harley paused in her brush-strokes of the long, luxurious, now golden-blonde hair. She picked up a hair tie off the small vanity and choked back a tear as she finished tying off the second, high , side-ponytail. She glanced at Barbara, sitting patiently, minus any restraints, in the chair in front of Harley’s vanity It had taken Harley the better part of an hour to find something of hers that fit the other woman, and that matched her own red, purple and black outfit, but she‘d finally settled on a tight red corset, a gaudy purple lace bra, and a kinky, short black miniskirt. The Batgirl boots made the final insult that much sweeter, she let her keep those, for the benefit of the look on Batman‘s face whenever he saw her and realized who it was. Humming to herself now, Harley picked up her powder set, swirled the puff around and dabbed the gothic makeup onto Barbara’s face and neck.
When she finished, she laced her arms around Barbara from behind, resting her chin on the other woman’s shoulder as she smiled into the mirror at her.
“You’re so…beautiful…” she said, fighting back tears of joy. “I always wanted a sister. Now, we’re twins,”
Barbara remained unresponsive. Hollow blue eyes stared straight ahead into the mirror.
///
Batman had broken into the warehouse. He had managed to escape and thwart any immediate threat to Gotham by the Joker, but, Batgirl was still being held captive. He valiantly fought his way through numbers of armed Joker thugs.
Suddenly, here came Harley Quinn, wielding a baseball bat. Make that, two Harley Quinn’s…what?
“Say hi to my sister, Goldi Locks, Bat,” Harley explained, “ Goldi, say “hi” to Bat-Brain,”
Batman could hardly believe the resemblance, but there was only one logical explanation.
“B..Barbara…?”
In reply, Goldi thwacked Batman upside the head, hard enough to knock him out on the spot. As his consciousness faded, and Batman distinctly wondered, “What the hell is going on?”, he thought he saw Harley sidle up to Batgirl and kiss her full and passionate on the lips.
She couldn’t think anymore, because Harley’s lips were on hers, smashed against her own, a questing tongue seeking the depths of her mouth. Barbara couldn’t fight her off. She did the only thing she could. She bit down.
Harley yelped and pulled away, her momentum taking her backward as she fell out of the chair. She righted herself and glared at her captive, wiping the blood from her mouth with the back of a hand. The wide grin on her face never faltered. “I tried to be nice, Little Bat… thought maybe ya wanted untied…” She shrugged. “Oh well, looks like we’re gonna have to do this the hard way,”
Harley turned to the thugs, once again taking a commanding tone. “Clear outta here, Boys! It’s Harley’s Playtime,” The thugs protested, but headed for the door. “You can watch on the monitors…” Harley conceded.
When the door leading out of the room shut behind the last thug, Harley walked over to a small tray table. She returned to Barbara wielding a large hypodermic syringe filled with a glowing blue fluid.
Barbara tensed when the needle pierced the Batsuit and a moment later, her skin. Harley pushed the plunger down slowly, until all of the liquid was in Barbara’s arm, before she removed the needle and carefully discarded it.
“You…won’t…” Barbara panted, straining to hold her head up and look at her. Whatever king of drug this was, she could feel it burn in her veins. She tried to fight it, but the effects of the fast-acting drug were taking hold already. Barbara felt weak, like her limbs were made of melted butter, and it was an effort, just to breathe and stay conscious.
Harley’s voice sounded as though it was coming from far away. “Oh, I will, Honey…By the way… What’s your name…?”
Her name? Barbara blinked rapidly. There was some reason she shouldn’t answer that. She couldn’t remember why. But she didn’t want to lie to Harley.
“Barbara,” she admitted.
Harley smiled. “Do ya like girls, Babs?”
“Yes,”
Harley’s smile grew wider. “Good. Do ya like, me?”
“No,”
Harley pouted. Well, at least the serum was working.
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“You will…” she purred in Barbara’s ear. “You’ll learn to like me,”
Barbara flinched, shuddering slightly at Harley’s hot breath on her ear.
Harley smiled knowingly and quested her bruised tongue out of her mouth to slither along the outer shell of Barbara’s ear. A soft moan escaped Barbara’s lips.
“Do you like that?” Harley asked
“Yes,”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,”
Harley leaned a little closer and closed her lips around Barbara’s earlobe, suckling gently and flicking the little flap of flesh with her tongue. Barbara’s breathing quickened, coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Was that good?”
“Yes,”
“Do ya like what Harley does to ya?”
“Yes,”
Harley moved around to Barbara’s front. She surveyed her captive, taking in the slackness in her limbs, the impossibly wide pupils. The drug was well into its effectiveness. Which meant, she had at least two to three good hours before it would wear off. She brought out a small folding knife from one of her pockets and flicked it open.
Fear glinted in Barbara’s eyes as she gasped. Harley tilted her head to one side.
“Are ya scared?” she asked.
“Yes,” Barbara replied
“Why?”
“You’re crazy,”
Harley really couldn’t fathom why Babs thought she was trying to hurt her. All she wanted to do was keep her. Well, that, and make her feel good.
“Why would I wanna hurt ya?” Harley asked, more to herself than to Barbara, but before she could answer her own question, Barbara replied
“You’re crazy,”
“I just wanna play with ya, and I don’t like broken toys. Does that make ya less scared?”
“No,”
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Divesting the Batgirl would have been a much easier task had Harley simply released her from her bonds. It was the mental factor Harley was going for, though. She would break Barbara, and when she did, Batgirl would belong to her. In all, it took nearly a half-hour to dissect the suit, leaving Barbara in only her cowl, gloves, boots and lingerie.
Harley stepped back triumphantly, her voice sing-song as she skipped backward displaying the mangled Batsuit in front of her as she pranced toward the garbage can. “Say Bye-Bye to Batgirl!” she sang as she slammed the Batgirl suit into the can.
On her way back to her captive, she paused. “Wow…Babs…” she muttered, blinking her eyes at the sight before her. Batgirl’s body was all toned sinew from the taut flesh of her arms to the smooth expanse of her stomach, the soft swell of her hips, and the long planes of her legs. “You’re a real looker…” Harley murmured.
She shook her head and knelt before Barbara again, bringing out her knife and flicking it open. “Just one more layer to go, Babs!” she squealed excitedly. “Then you’re all mine…”
Harley made quick work of the bra and panties and stepped back a moment to stare at her handi-work. “So… you’re a natural redhead?”
“Yes,”
Harley put her knife away and slid her hands up Barbara’s sides, cupping each breast in a hand when she got up to them. Barbara arched toward her, and moaned when Harley began massaging and kneading her breasts, slowly at first and a little harder as time went on.
Harley leaned up on her knees and brought her mouth to Barbara’s left breast, closing her lips around the pert pink nipple. She suckled gently, noting her captive’s gasps and the way her body trembled in her bonds. She grazed her teeth over the hard flesh and Barbara yelped, arching her body more toward Harley, shoving more of her breast into Harley’s mouth.
Harley let go of Barbara’s left breast, the flesh giving a wet pop as she removed her mouth and moved on to the right breast, giving it the same treatment, swirling her tongue around the nipple and sucking on the hardened peak. Barbara moaned, her breaths now rasping gasps, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Harley pulled away, but left her hands still on Barbara’s breasts, massaging them.
“Ya like this?”
“Ye--No,”
“What?” Harley’s voice was suddenly harsh, dropping to a much lower tone than normal.
“No,”
“Damn it, Babs! Are ya fightin’ the drug?”
“Yes,”
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“Now quit fightin’,”
“N-never…”
“Oh yes, ya will…”
Barbara’s body slackened further still, a little bit of drool slipping from the corner of her mouth. Harley grinned again flicked her knife out long enough to slice the bonds at Batgirl’s ankles. She pushed the redheaded woman’s thighs farther apart and noted that there was no protest from her captive.
“You’re really flexible, huh?”
“Yes,”
Harley got on her knees and started kissing her way down Barbara’s stomach.
“S-stop…”
Harley shook her head. “Sorry, I don’t wanna,” she said, and continued leaving a trail of kisses until she reached the nest of Barbara’s pubic hair.
Harley nestled her face in Barbara’s moist, sweet-scented folds. She turned her eyes up for Barbara’s reaction as she flicked her tongue out with the first venturing lick.
Barbara grunted, her eyes shut tight, her breathing rapid. Harley licked her again, and again, eliciting a similar reaction from the redhead each time.
Harley quit teasing and set herself to the task of giving her captive so much pleasure, that when she woke, she would be sore.
Barbara gasped and trembled at Harley’s tongue, flinching when Harley violated her with two intruding fingers sliding into her.
“Stop…” Barbara pleaded, tears rolling down her eyes.
Harley continued to ignore her, until Barbara finally came, screaming out a long, ragged shout. Afterward, Barbara sobbed for several minutes, until sleep took her.
Harley sighed. “Well, guess that’s it for tonight,”
She pulled out her knife and sliced the bonds at Batgirl’s wrists, letting her arms fall limply where they may.
///
The next several weeks went by in a similar fashion, Barbara refused Harley’s advances less and less with each application of the drug. Her body enjoyed their private sessions more and more and her mind…well, her mind slowly forgot why it was that she should care.
Then it happened one day.
Harley walked into the room she had arranged for Barbara once the physical struggles had ceased. “Hey Sugar Bat,” she cooed at the redhead’s form, sitting in the middle of a giant, fluffy bed. Barbara did not respond. This was far from unexpected, though.
Harley climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her newfound lover. She’d left the TV on for her, but she noticed that Babs wasn’t watching. She was just staring straight ahead, blue eyes fixated on nothing in particular. Harley waved a hand in front of her eyes. “Helllooooo…any body home?” she called.
Barbara made no acknowledgement of her presence at all. Every now and then, her eyelids blinked, from the need to lubricate her eyes. A smile came to Harley’s lips.
“Perfect,” she murmured to herself. Then, to her charge, she said, “I know just the thing to cheer ya up!”
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Harley paused in her brush-strokes of the long, luxurious, now golden-blonde hair. She picked up a hair tie off the small vanity and choked back a tear as she finished tying off the second, high , side-ponytail. She glanced at Barbara, sitting patiently, minus any restraints, in the chair in front of Harley’s vanity It had taken Harley the better part of an hour to find something of hers that fit the other woman, and that matched her own red, purple and black outfit, but she‘d finally settled on a tight red corset, a gaudy purple lace bra, and a kinky, short black miniskirt. The Batgirl boots made the final insult that much sweeter, she let her keep those, for the benefit of the look on Batman‘s face whenever he saw her and realized who it was. Humming to herself now, Harley picked up her powder set, swirled the puff around and dabbed the gothic makeup onto Barbara’s face and neck.
When she finished, she laced her arms around Barbara from behind, resting her chin on the other woman’s shoulder as she smiled into the mirror at her.
“You’re so…beautiful…” she said, fighting back tears of joy. “I always wanted a sister. Now, we’re twins,”
Barbara remained unresponsive. Hollow blue eyes stared straight ahead into the mirror.
///
Batman had broken into the warehouse. He had managed to escape and thwart any immediate threat to Gotham by the Joker, but, Batgirl was still being held captive. He valiantly fought his way through numbers of armed Joker thugs.
Suddenly, here came Harley Quinn, wielding a baseball bat. Make that, two Harley Quinn’s…what?
“Say hi to my sister, Goldi Locks, Bat,” Harley explained, “ Goldi, say “hi” to Bat-Brain,”
Batman could hardly believe the resemblance, but there was only one logical explanation.
“B..Barbara…?”
In reply, Goldi thwacked Batman upside the head, hard enough to knock him out on the spot. As his consciousness faded, and Batman distinctly wondered, “What the hell is going on?”, he thought he saw Harley sidle up to Batgirl and kiss her full and passionate on the lips.
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