A Broken Bat (f/m)

The click of her heels could be heard echoing threw the room as the sexy, sadistic, jester Harley Quinn excitedly spoke on the phone with her beloved prince of crime.

“Oh Puddin, this is gonna be the best anniversary ever!!!”

“...... gifts? Oh, don’t you worry, I got something right here you’re gonna loooove~!”

Harley bit her lip and smiled, she admires her sexy naked body in the mirror, turning slightly and giving her full ass a good long shake.

“Orgasm at 90%: Nah Nah Nah Nah Naaaaaah Nah! NAH NAH NAH NAH NAAAAAAAH NAH! ”

“Mmph!!”

A loud grunt shot threw the room, even The Joker on the other line heard it. He quickly questioned his playful henchmen.

“Whats that? Uh....”

Harley’s eyes darted left to right as she hastily thought on her feet.

“... Mmmmmmmmmmmm…OH! It’s just the bat. He’s been tied up here with me for days cummin like a cannon!”

There was a long pause, then hysterical laughter. Harley sighed in relief as her puddin joked and shrugged it off.

“Ahaha! Yea ok, I’ll save the dirty talk for later then I guess. BYYYYYYE PUDDINNNN! MMMMWAH!~”

After hanging up she smiled dreamily, looking off into nothing as thoughts of a wonderful anniversary played in her head.

“Orgasm at 10%”

Hearing the machine, Harley snapped back to reality. She pouted angrily, hands resting on her full hips as she strutted over to the left side of the room, to her “gift”.

She stood in front of her little present. The sexy clown’s face changed from an annoyed pout to a condescending smirk.

“Who needs to lie when the truth is so bonkers, eh Bats?”

And there he was, Batman. Just like Harley “fibbed”. Though from the looks of him now you can barley say it was the same person. He was bound to a chair, strong arms above his head, gag secured over his mouth. His suit ripped up, but not from struggling, these were knowing rips to serve a purpose. Mainly to reveal his nipples, now stained with kiss marks, and his underarms. It was worst below the belt, because there WAS no belt. His pants were humiliatingly left around his bound ankles as if he’d been “pantsed.” All the while he sported one hell of an erection, Quinn’s device looked so small compared to it.

The device itself was a compressed, vibrating, flesh-light like tube with a counter on it. It read six, six orgasms Batman has had since being captured by Quinn. He put up a fight at first, but that’s where being friends with Ivy comes in handy. Batman only thinks it’s viagra, but in truth it’s something that will have him more and more complacent with each release. He’ll make the perfect gift for her Mr. J.

Batman, no matter the circumstances, stayed stoic. His resolve being so great that the drug barley has an effect. He barley struggled and simply glared at the smug villainess. Even trusted up like this, his stare was still intense.

Harley didn’t back down though. She simply ignored his gaze, going back to acting dry and annoyed.

“HMPH! Hey B-man! Anyone ever tell you it’s RUDE to be loud while a lady is talkin on the phone?”

She punctuated her question by raising her heel and softly stepping it on the bulbous head of Batman’s cock.

“Mmmmmmmph!”

“Imagine being on the phone and all you hear is-“

Batman cut of the clown with a sharp grunt. He was reacting to Harley tapping her shoe on his cock head over and over.

“MMPH!”

“EXACTLY! What if you where on the phone with Gordo and alls you heard was, URGH! UUURRRGGGHHHH! OH GOD! OOOH! YES! YES! OH YES!!!~”

The clown laid it on thick with the moaning. She cupped her breasts and ran her hands all over the delectable curves of her body. A sight that would dive any man as crazy as her.

“Orgasm at 50%”

Quinn couldn’t keep it together once the device ratted out Batman’s lust. She grabbed the jester tassels on her head, pulling them down laughing like a cruel child. She leaned in slightly, her face closer to her captive hero’s. The drug was certainly working now, Batman was getting very easily aroused. Perfect.~ Now she wanted to stress test this.

“Pffahahahahaaaaaaaa!! Well there’s my answer I guess!”

She leaned in closer, resting her elbow on his shoulder and sitting on his left thigh. She held up two fingers.

“You’d get TWO pathetic bozos with BIG stiffies haha!~”

Once she stopped laughing there was a pause of silence between the two. All they could hear was the constant buzz of the device. They just looked back at each other until Harley broke it with a sly wink. She then wiggled her two fingers and moved them down to his cock. Her digits rested on the underside of his dick head, where the tip met the base. She started to rapidly tap the area with the tips of her fingers.

Batman felt every tap. Normally this wouldn’t affect him, but for some reason it felt like a massage for his member. His eye twitched slightly as the fingers kept drumming and drumming and drumming, the vibrations stimulating down the entire shaft. It was demeaning, but it felt good. A fact that was on display for the sadistic clown girl. The injection she gave Batman was working like a dream now.

“Guess the song.”

“Mmmmmmmmmph?”

“I’ll stop if you GUESS the song I’m drumming!”

Song? What song? She just keeps tapping over and over again. As it kept going Batman couldn’t think, the sensation was growing and growing.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmphhmmmph..”

“Orgasm at 75%”

“Pffff! Nope! Guess again! Awwww, the big bad detective can’t figure out lil ol’ Harley’s tune?”

Quinn rested her head on his chest with a big smile on her face. Her eyes closed as she let out a big relaxed sigh.

“Better guess soon, clocks tickin Batsie. Come on! I’ll give you a hint!~”

Quinn said nothing, instead she started to tap faster. As rapidly as she could. Batman was taken off guard and started struggling slightly in his bonds.

85%

89%

The machine kept climbing to higher percentages as Batman’s head tilted back, letting out a pathetic muffle. Harley Quinn, never missing a chance to twist in the knife a little bit more started to lightly lick the exposed nipple in front of her. The combined sensations had the pleasurable effect she wanted.

“Mmmpphh…mmm-mmMMPPH!”

“Guess Batsie! Guess! Guess! Guess! GUESS! GUESS! GUESS!!!”

“Orgasm at 92%”

“Uh oooh! Looks like you’re out of tiiiiiiime!~”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMPPH!!!!”

Harley finally pulled her two mischievous fingers away as Batman shot his load. She watched as she still ran her tongue around his nipple. AGAIN his body was manipulated into surrendering to the former doctor. It was like this for all his orgasms. She would tease and torture but always stopped at the most important moment to her captive. The counter changed to seven and a recording of Harley’s voice played out of it.

“Nah Nah Nah Nah Naaaaaah Nah! NAH NAH NAH NAH NAAAAAAH NAH!”

Quinn laughed along with her machine as Batman’s cum went from powerful bursts to pitiful ooze pathetically dripping onto himself. Just like every other time. Quinn popped up from his thigh to smack him across the head.

“It was ‘The Devil Went Gown to Georgia’ ya big dummy! You blew it! HMPH! Kill joy...”

Harley turned up her nose, turned on her heels, and strutted off to take a bath. Her hips swayed the entire time, her ass with the slightest jiggle.

“Orgasm at 15%”

“Ya DAMN right!”

Still walking the teasing clown smacked her ass in plain view of her victim. She giggled as she bit her finger and left Batman in the room alone.

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Counter: 12

It became clear to Batman over time what the clown was plotting. The drug Quinn injected him with was more then it appeared. He became increasingly aware of the tole each orgasm took on his psyche. Each time the dark knight felt his resolve slipping away. She planned to break and remold his mind as some sort of sick gift to The Joker. And no matter how many times he was forced to shoot before hand, he would maintain his erection.

To help with the weakening of Batman’s mental resolve, Harley had set up screens around his head. They bared horrid grins and flashed different colors. He avoided looking at them as best he could electing to keep his head down, but do to the state of relaxation his body was in he would be taken by sleep.

He slept peacefully. Until he heard a sound in the darkness.

“Mwah..”

Again and again he heard the it, and accompanying each sound was a feeling. A tingle of pleasure.

“Mwah! Mmmwah! MMMWAH!”

He felt tingles hit him at random areas. One was at the base of his shaft, one was at this rim of his head. One hit him right on the very tip of his cock, lingering there. He felt the faintest suck”

“Orgasm at: 50%”

“MmmmmMMMMMMMWAH!!!”

Just then the soft suck turned to a sharp pop.

“MMMPH!

Batman’s eyes shot open, only to be met with the sight of Harley Quinn kneeling between his legs. She smiled, waved, and kissed his cock over and over again.

“Morning Batsie! Mmmwah! Mwah mmmmmmmmmwah! Haha!!~”

“MMMMPHMMMMFMFMFMPPHH!”

Harley nodded as the bat went on his muffled rant. She gave him a few minutes before rolling her eyes and continuing the kissing. She left little marks all over his thick hard on.

“What does it LOOK like Mmmwah I’m doing B-man? I’m mwah practicing my kissing for when I see Mr. mmmmwah J!~”

The crazy clown softly pressed her face against the hero’s shaft and kissed rapidly.

“Do ya think he’ll like the fast kisses?”

Batman couldn’t help but throw his head around rapidly as Quinn kissed all about waiting for her answer. He was so sensitive now that her full lips felt as if a pleasure like taser was shocking his cock. All the wile the machine rapped around him would buzz and climb up in percentages.

The sexy jester stopped suddenly and looked at him for a minute, her finger on her mouth.

“No good huh?”

“Mmph....mmmmph...”

She bit her lip and smiled wider as Batman heaved. His cock straining to its fullest, covered in demeaning kiss marks.

“Ok!..... then let’s try NICE and sloooooowww.”

“MOOOPH! MOOPH! MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!”

Harley seductively leaned in once again for a kiss. Though this one wasn’t a fast peck. This was a slow, sensual administration with her lips. They pressed in hard only to lighten up as she took a breath. The caress of the sucking air teasing his nerves.

The first lasted about a full minute right on the base of the shaft. The second was at his left nut. She would caress the other with her index finger as she continued kissing and sucking, making the great detective’s eyes roll in the back of his head. She taunted between breaths.

“How’s THIS working for you Bat Brain?”

“Orgasm at: 80%”

Quinn backed away giggling.

“Mmmm felt like 90 to me. What do you think Bats? Did you AT LEAST think that was better???”

Batman simply was slumped over in his chair as his thick cock strained in front of his eyes. The vibrations more holding him at that point of arousal then actually pleasing him. He felt it all building inside of him again. He was going to cum. She was going to make him cum again!

“Hmmmmmm geez Bats, you’re hard to please....not!”

Batman winced as Harley punctuated her tease with a flick to the underside of his cock.

“Ok then! Let’s try frenching!”

“MMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHH!!!”

Despite his protest Quinn grabbed his cock to hold it in place. She looked up into Batman’s eyes and winked. Her tongue out between her teeth as she moved in for the kill.

“Oh don’t be such a sissy! Now give mama some sugar baby!”

“MMMMFFFMMMFFPHHH! MMM!”

Trying as hard as he could there was no way Batman would be able to resist. The naughty clown slid her talented tongue everywhere she possibly could. It only took one swirl around his tip for him to hear an all too familiar sound at this point.

“Nah Nah Nah Nah Naaaaaaah Nah! NAH NAH NAH NAH NAAAAAAH NAH!”

Like every other time Harley was able to get out of dodge before Batman blew. She clapped and cheered as he strained in his bonds, cum shooting everywhere.

“Oh yea, TOTALLY going with frenching! Thaaaaaanks Baaaats!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!~”

Batman heard the clicking of her heels as she walked behind him. Nothing was said as he fought to re-find his composure. His haggard pants filled the room.

Suddenly a towel came from behind him. It went over his cock and pulled back like a rack in a waterfall.

“MMMPH!”

“What? I thought I clean you up! One spit shine comin RIGHT up!”

Harley quickly sawed the soft towel back and forth against Batman’s boy wonder. Back and forth back and forth. It was as if she was polishing it.

“Orgasm at: 97%”

“MmmmmphmmmpphMMMMMMM!”

“Nah Nah Nah Nah Naaaaaaah Nah! NAH NAH NAH NAH NAAAAAAH NAH!”

Batman forcefully came again and do to the angle of his cock, this time it was all over himself. This didn’t stop Quinn though as she continued her polishing up and down for another good few seconds. When she was done she draped the towel the exasperated vigilante’s head.

“Think you used a bit too much “spit” there B-man! Haha!”

And with that she skipped off.

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Counter: 26

“MMMMMFMFMFMFMFMPPH!”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! B-man! You’re so sensitive now! Look atcha squirm ehehehehhe!!”

The two laughed as Harley was once again tormenting her captives exhausted member. She traced a single gloved finger up and down the length and Batman couldn’t help but bust out laughing at the feeling. It made him giggle, made him sweat, made him horny. He couldn’t help but shamefully throb as his enemies girlfriend laughed in his flustered face.

“Orgasm at: 85%”

Quinn’s eyes almost popped out of her skull. Was this thing for real?

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! You’re SO LAME! It’s only one finger!”

She took her hand away, the vigilante’s cock bobbing and straining the loss of contact.

“Oh no you don’t Bat brain! I’m not gonna sit around here bored just ‘cause YOU can’t keep it in your balls haha! Don’t worry though! Harley knows just what to do with sensitive boys like you!”

The little minx grabbed the ends of both of her jester tassels and held them up. She gasped unconvincingly. Quinn loved how broken the bat was now. Even her doing something as silly as holding up her tassels made him jump.

“Tickle tickle?”

“MMMPH?!”

Harley brought those fuzzy ball accessories closer to Batman’s cock. He begged behind the gag.

“Tickle tickle???”

She got closer, her smiled getting wider. Here it cooomes aaaaaaaand-

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMMMFFMFMFMFFFFFFFMFMFFMPH!!!”

The former doctor began to archaically draw her accessories all over the now hyper sensitive skin of the bat. He tossed and screamed as the soft material teased his skin, making him tremble. It felt hellishly ticklish.

“Ah coochie coochie coo! Tickle tickle tickle! AHAHAHAHAH!”

“Mmmmmmph! MMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!”

“Aw, what’s wrong? The big ol’ ticklish Bat gonna cum???

The playful henchman followed up her question by rapidly tapping the tickly fuzz ball on the top of his cock. All the while she rubbed the other one just under his testicles like she was gonna start a fire! The combination together made him slowly build to his next orgasm.

Batman struggled as hard as he could, he was in such a weakened state that nothing worked. His dick was just another toy for this madwoman to play with. And play with it she did, Quinn was having the time of her life swaying her hips and singing. He couldn’t fight it. He COULDN’T fight it!

“You’re gonna cum for Haaaaarley! You’re gonna cum for Haaaaarley! You’re gonna cum for Haaaaarley!”

“Orgasm at: 95%”

Oh god. Oh god!

“AHAHAHA!”

Suddenly Batman felt nothing as the clown stopped. She rested her elbow on his thigh and looked up at him. Batman, the dark knight, was now a ticklish mess of a man. She giggled as the precum dribbled down his member.

“Uh uh uuuuh! I’m not done playing just yet!”

Harley reached into her hat looking for something. Looking away, tongue out, Quinn rummaged her hand all around trying to find what she needed.

“Oh dang I’m sure I have it somewhere! Be right with you B-man!”

The minion skipped off to the side for only just a second. Batman could hear things flying everywhere. All this till she finally found what she wanted.

“FOUND IT!”

Harley came back, leaning over Batman’s left thigh. She shoved her object right in front of his face so he could see. A teeny tiny feather.

“Say hello to my little friend, Bats for brains! Haha!”

With that Quinn wasted no time in dragging the small tickle instrument all around his cock. She dusted the top as well as the balls, seeing what would back the bat scream louder. All the while the manic clown giggled herself.

“MMMMMPHMPH!”

“Oh Batsie! You have the BESTEST tickle spot now! COOCHIE COOCHIE COO!!!”

No matter how he struggled and bucked the feather was able to find Batman’s most sensitive spot and tickle it. He felt the orgasm build up inside him, but he wasn’t sure if he would be able to cum. The device kept repeating that he was at 98%. Right there, so close. Batman pleaded to Quinn from under his gag, begging her to stop. She didn’t bother looking at him though, only focusing on his rapidly throbbing hard on.

“Coochie coochie coo B-man! Dontcha like my little feather? Tickle tickle tickle tickle!”

Quinn began quickly drawing the feather in a circle around the detective’s tip. She only stopped to rapidly flick her tool up and down the underside.

“Orgasm at: 99%. Orgasm at: 99%. Orgasm at: 99%. Orgasm at: 99%”

Batman was right on the edge, teetering on the hell of denial and the hell of another intense, mind shattering orgasm. And all it took to put him there was something so small and childish.

“Ya DON’T? Well what do ya want?! You’re too sensitive for kisses and handies now and I want to play! It’s funny watchin’ you spray your bat juice all over he place. Let’s see how high a score I can get before I hand you over to Mr. J.”

Harley just kept flicking the feather against his underside. The fluff of it teasing the now very ticklish nerves of the bat’s member. Edging him closer and closer until-

“Nah Nah Nah Nah Naaaaaaah Nah! NAH NAH NAH NAH NAAAAAAH NAH”

Batman shot the biggest load yet. The force alone made it shoot higher then any of his other orgasms. This time also Quinn didn’t stop tickling. She kept up at he same pace as she watched and yelled I’m amazement!

“HAHAHAHA! JEEZALOO! Look at you blow Bats! You’re so LAME!!”

The tickling continued, and in a horrible twist of fate, so did Batman’s orgasm. He shook, convulsed, and shuttered in his bonds. There was no way out. He was subjected to orgasm after orgasm as the machine mocked him.

“Nah Nah Nah Nah Naaaaaaah Nah! NAH NAH NAH NAH NAAAAAAH NAH! Nah Nah Nah Nah Naaaaaaah Nah! NAH NAH NAH NAH NAAAAAAH NAH!”

Quinn put her arm around his cock to keep it in place. She rapidly dusted his tip as he made mess after mess.

“Welcome to the lightning round Bats! AHAHAHAHA! NAH NAH NAH NAH NAAAAAAAH NAH! Gimme that dick! Tickle tickle tickle!!!”

Batman began to laugh and scream so hard that the tape securing his mouth feel off. The room quickly filled with the sound of Batman’s laughter. The clown laughed with him as he screamed and begged for it to stop.

“HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HARLEY!!! AHAHAHAHAH STOP! STOP! ILL DO ANYTHING!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEEAAAAAAAAAAUUUUURRRRRRRRGH!”

Quinn’s eyebrows raised at the offer as she tickled.

“Anything? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...”

She pretended to think as long as she could. JUST long enough for Batman to shoot yet another load.

“I want to know who you are! Lemme take a peak and I’ll stop!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH I CANT I CAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHNT!”

Harley only shrugged.

“Your funeral Cow man.....”

Like that she dropped the feather and began quickly pumped his cock, milking load after load out of him. Batman’s mind was being taken to the edge of sanity.

“STOP STOP STOP STOP STOOOOOOOOOUUUGGGGHHHHHH! OH GOD! OH GOD!”

“Then talk! Or Harley’s gonna have herself another kissing contest!”

“OK! OK! OH GOD JUST STOP!”

Harley quickly dropped his dick like yesterday’s news. Batman was finally able to calm down. His panting as pathetic the number on the device. A device that now read “38”. He could barely open his eyes. Might be for the best though as he didn’t want to see what happens next. He felt his cowl being removed, then silence.

.......

“Oh that’s just rich!”

Batman winced at the comment.

“Though probably not as rich as you? Eh Bruce-y boy?”
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