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.
“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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Please nominate a fill for me to return the favour
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