Harley Quinn

You're walking through a grimy alley in Gotham, the kind of place you usually avoid, when a strange noise catches your attention. Peeking around a corner, you see her—Harley Quinn, unmistakable in her red and black jester attire. But what makes your breath catch in your throat is the sight of her pale white dick, massive and erect in her grip as she works it with furious intensity. Her back is to you, her body trembling with exertion.

"Fuck Joker," she growls, her voice a mix of rage and desperation. "Treating me like shit. Not fucking me when I'm submissive for that clown. I should bend him over and fuck him in his ass until he forgets Batman exists." Her strokes become more aggressive, her hips thrusting forward. "I should fuck Batman in his ass too. Make him forget fighting crime. Fuck them both. Fuck the whole Batfamily. Fuck them all."

You try to back away slowly, your heart pounding against your ribs, but your foot scrapes against some loose gravel. The sound is barely audible, but it's enough. Harley spins around, her eyes wide and wild. Before you can react, she's on you, her grip surprisingly strong as she grabs your arm.

"You're not going anywhere," she snarls, pulling you close. "You see my futanari dick and I need to fuck right now. My hand is not enough. I am Harley fucking Quinn." She pushes you against the brick wall, her body pressing against yours. "And you let me fuck you or would you rather I hit you with my bats or get Joker on your ass? Joker might not be offended if I was sexually assaulted but I could tell Mister J other things to make him mad at you. If that convinces you to obey, then start by sucking my dick."

With a forceful shove, she forces you onto your knees, her massive dick now inches from your face. You remain frozen, unable to bring yourself to comply. Harley's expression darkens with impatience as she continues stroking herself, her other hand gripping your shoulder tightly.

The metallic clang of the steel door echoes through the grimy hideout as Harley shoves you inside, the chemical smell of Joker's makeshift throne room immediately assaulting your senses. Before you can fully process the carnival of chaos—acid-green furniture, bizarre contraptions, and laughing gas canisters—Harley is already in motion. She snatches a small, high-tech camera from a workbench, shoves it into your hands, and stabs a glowing red button with her thumb. "Hold this steady," she commands, her voice leaving no room for argument as she positions you with a clear view of the center of the room. "Make sure it gets everything."

Joker, perched on a throne made of scrap metal and old mannequin parts, looks up from polishing a crowbar. A wide, unnerving grin spreads across his painted face. "Harley, my sweet! You're back! And you brought a friend for our little home movie?" He chuckles, a dry, rattling sound that seems to suck the warmth from the air. "How delightful."

Harley plants her hands on her hips, her entire posture radiating a fury you've never seen before. "I'm not here to play games, Mistah J. I'm done with your games. I'm done being your toy, your punchline, your afterthought." Her voice is low and dangerously steady.

The Joker's laugh booms louder, echoing off the concrete walls. "Oh, Harley, you always did have the best material! The dramatic flair! The timing! It's why I keep you around." He waves a dismissive, gloved hand. "What's the bit this time? Are you leaving me for Batman? Or maybe you've finally decided to become a hero? The suspense is killing me!"

"The bit," Harley snarls, her patience snapping like a brittle twig, "is me bending you over and fucking you in the ass until you forget your own goddamn name." The words hang in the air, stark and shocking. Joker's laughter hitches, his eyes widening slightly as he tries to process the statement as another one of her dark jokes. "That's right. I'm going to fuck you, Joker. Right here. Right now."

He lets out a short, sharp burst of laughter. "Harley, my dear, your imagination is as vibrant as ever! But you're still not going to fuck me." He makes to stand, to casually dismiss her and walk towards another part of the room, but he finds his path blocked. He tries another direction, then another, a flicker of genuine confusion crossing his features as he realizes he's trapped in an invisible cage of her making.

"I know all your tricks, Mistah J," Harley says, a cruel smile finally gracing her lips. "All the escape routes, all the hidden panels. This was my cage, remember? I know it better than you." With a fluid motion, she tugs down the tight red shorts of her costume, and her massive, pale white dick springs free, already hard and ready. The sight of it makes Joker freeze, his painted-on smile faltering for the first time.

His voice is a choked whisper. "Why... why do you have a dick? And... and why is it bigger than mine?"

Harley's grin is pure, predatory victory. "That's simple to both of those questions. I am a futanari woman." She takes a step closer, her dick bobbing menacingly with the movement. "And you're still not going to fuck me?" she mocks, repeating his earlier words with dripping sarcasm.

Joker drops to his knees with a clatter, his bravado completely shattered. "Harley, please... think about this. We can work this out. We always work things out. You don't want to do this."

"Good," she purrs, standing over him, her shadow engulfing his trembling form. "You're on your knees like a good bitch. But I'm not going to stop, no matter how much you beg. You abused me for years. Now it's time I do the same." She grips her shaft and brings the tip to his painted, clown-red lips. "Now suck my dick."

He opens his mouth to continue pleading, to offer her the world, to bargain for his life, but before he can form a single word, Harley slides her dick past his lips, cutting him off mid-sentence. She grabs a fistful of his green hair, her hips beginning to piston back and forth. "That's it, choke on my dick," she grunts, her rhythm brutal and unrelenting. "You don't fuck me, so here I am, fucking your mouth." She drives herself deeper, her face a mask of vengeful ecstasy as she uses his throat. You watch through the camera screen as she thrusts wildly until her body shudders, a guttural moan escaping her as she cums. Joker sputters, most of it spilling from his mouth, but Harley grabs his chin. "Lick it up," she orders. "Every last drop."

Without giving him a moment to recover, she yanks him to his feet and violently tears away his purple suit, leaving him pale and exposed. She kicks his legs apart, positioning herself behind him. "Fuck, puddin', your ass is so tight," she groans as she presses the head of her still-hard dick against his untouched asshole and thrusts inside in one brutal motion.

Joker lets out a pained gasp, immediately trying to deflect with humor. "Well, this is certainly a new twist on our relationship! Talk about a penetrating insight!" he wheezes, his voice strained.

"Shut up and take my dick, you bitch!" Harley snarls, slapping his ass hard enough to leave a red handprint on his pale skin. She establishes a punishing rhythm, her hips smacking against him. "You're my bitch now, Mistah J. And I say what I do with your body now. This tight ass is mine." Joker eventually lets out a pained moan that sounds suspiciously like pleasure, and Harley immediately mocks him for it. "Hear that? Sounds like someone's enjoying their punishment!" She never stops thrusting, a relentless, conquering force, all while you stand there, a silent witness, your arms growing tired but your grip steady on the camera broadcasting his complete and utter violation to the world.

Harley continues her relentless assault on Joker's violated asshole, her hips pistoning with brutal precision as you maintain the camera's steady broadcast of his degradation. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the chemical-scented hideout, punctuated by Joker's pained whimpers and Harley's triumphant grunts. Just as she reaches her peak, the warehouse doors burst open with a deafening crash, Batman's imposing silhouette framed against the Gotham night. "Harley, stop this madness!" he commands, but his words are cut short as Harley throws her head back with a guttural moan, flooding Joker's bowels with her hot cum before slowly withdrawing her glistening shaft.

"Well, well, well... if it isn't Gotham's favorite brooding bat!" Harley purrs, casually stroking her still-hard dick as Joker collapses in a whimpering heap at her feet. "Come to join the party? I'm afraid I've already claimed tonight's special prize." With a flick of her wrist, she produces a small aerosol canister and sprays a shimmering mist directly into Batman's face. He stumbles back, clawing at his cowl as his breathing becomes ragged. "What... what did you do to me?" he growls, his voice thick with confusion and something else... something primal.

Harley's grin widens as she watches Batman's transformation. "Just a little something to help you loosen up, Batsy! I call it 'Lust-in-a-Can'!" Batman's gloved hands tremble as they move to his utility belt, but instead of weapons, he begins frantically unbuckling his armor. "I guess it doesn't take much for a man who fucks lots of women," Harley taunts, circling him like a predator. "Catwoman said you were a horndog. That it was practically easy for her to sleep with you." Batman's cape and suit pool around his feet, revealing a body tensed with unwanted desire, his mask the only thing preserving his dignity. His eyes, visible through the cowl's openings, have taken on a glassy, heart-shaped quality as he drops to his knees before Harley.

"Please... Harley..." Batman begs, his voice cracking with humiliation and need. "I need... I need..." He can't finish the sentence, but the desperate thrust of his hips makes his meaning clear. Harley laughs cruelly, smacking his exposed ass with a sharp crack that leaves a bright red handprint. "Look at you now! The Dark Knight of Gotham, reduced to a whimpering puppy!" She delivers another stinging spank, then another, alternating cheeks until Batman's ass glows crimson under the warehouse lights. "Tell me, Batsy... does this hurt more than when Joker breaks your bones? Or does it feel better?" Batman can only moan in response, pressing his face against her thigh like a devoted dog.

Harley grabs Batman by the hair, forcing him to look up at her. "Not so impressive now, are you?" she sneers, her eyes dropping to his erect cock. "I'll admit, it might be bigger than puddin's, but it's still not mine." With a sharp tug, she positions his face directly in front of her still-hard dick. "Now open wide like a good little bat and show me what that mouth can really do!" Batman hesitates for only a moment before parting his lips, his eyes rolling back as Harley slides past his teeth. "That's it, take it all!" she groans, gripping his head and setting a punishing rhythm. "Who would have thought the mighty Batman would make such a good cocksucker?" Joker, watching from his puddle of shame on the floor, stares in disbelief as his nemesis deepthroats Harley with practiced enthusiasm.

Harley's hips buck wildly as she approaches her second climax. "Swallow every drop, or I'll tell Commissioner Gordon about this little encounter!" she warns, and Batman obediently gulps down her release with a desperate moan. When she finally withdraws, Batman immediately turns around, presenting his ass to her with his back arched in submission. Joker's jaw drops as he watches Batman position himself on all fours, his mask still in place but his body language screaming surrender. "Please... Harley... take me..." Batman begs, wiggling his hips invitingly.

Harley doesn't need a second invitation. With one brutal thrust, she buries herself to the hilt in Batman's asshole, drawing a sharp cry from the fallen hero. "Fuck, Batsy! You're even tighter than puddin!" she exclaims, setting a relentless pace that has Batman rocking forward with each stroke. "Listen to those moans! Sounds like someone's enjoying their punishment!" Joker stares in horror as Harley's cum continues to leak from his own violated ass while he watches his archenemy get the same treatment, only Batman seems to be enjoying it. "That's right, Joker! Watch and learn!" Harley calls over her shoulder, never breaking her rhythm. "This is how you treat a hero!" Batman's moans grow louder with each thrust, his body trembling with a mixture of pain and pleasure as you continue broadcasting his complete and utter domination to the world.

Harley stands triumphant between the two cages, Batman and Joker contained like trophies, her massive dick still glistening with evidence of her conquests. You keep the camera steady as she performs a mocking victory dance, her laughter echoing through the warehouse. Just as she strikes a dramatic pose, the skylight shatters inward, Batwoman dropping through in a swirl of black cape and righteous fury. "Game's over, Harley," she declares, but before she can fully land, a spring-loaded trap activates, metal clamps snapping around her ankles and wrists, suspending her spread-eagled in mid-air. Harley cackles with delight, circling her new prize like a shark.

"Look what we have here! Another flying rat for my collection!" Harley purrs, approaching the struggling Batwoman. "You've got quite a mouth on you, don't you?" She delivers a sharp slap across the heroine's masked face, but Batwoman only spits in response. "You'll have to do better than that." With a vicious tug, Harley rips the mask away, revealing Ryan Wilder's defiant features. "Who are you?" Harley demands, though she already knows from Batman's frantic babbling from his cage. "Ryan Wilder," Batwoman spits back, "not that it matters to you." Harley turns to Batman with exaggerated curiosity. "Who is this Ryan Wilder?" she asks, and Batman immediately spills everything. "She's Batwoman! Her girlfriend is Sophie Moore, a Crow agent! They're together!"

Ryan's expression darkens at the betrayal, but Harley's grin widens with malicious delight. "This Sophie Moore... what would you do if I fucked her?" she asks Ryan, whose face contorts with rage. "You better not fucking touch her!" Ryan screams, thrashing against her restraints. Harley just laughs, already planning exactly that. As if on cue, the warehouse doors burst open and Sophie Moore rushes in, weapon drawn. "Ryan!" she calls out, but Harley moves with impossible speed, disarming Sophie and slamming her to the ground before she can fire a single shot. "Perfect timing!" Harley exclaims, tearing at Sophie's tactical gear until the agent lies naked and trembling on the cold concrete.

Ryan screams herself hoarse as Harley positions herself between Sophie's spread legs. "Please don't do this!" Sophie begs, but Harley only laughs, thrusting her massive dick deep into Sophie's pussy in one brutal motion. Both women scream in unison as Harley sets a punishing rhythm. "Your girlfriend has such a nice juicy ass," Harley taunts Ryan over her shoulder, smacking Sophie's bouncing cheeks with each thrust. "That ass is mine!" Ryan screams back, but Harley only mocks her. "Not anymore, it's not!" She flips Sophie over, entering her from behind while continuing her verbal assault. "Please stop," Sophie whimpers, but Harley just laughs. "Why would I stop when I'm having so much fun?" She never ceases her relentless thrusting into Sophie's violated pussy as you continue broadcasting their degradation to the world.

Harley continues her relentless assault on Sophie's pussy from behind, her powerful hips driving deep with each thrust while her palm repeatedly connects with Sophie's big black ass, leaving red handprints on the dark skin. You maintain your steady broadcast as Sophie's body betrays her, her pleas to stop mixing with involuntary moans while Ryan screams from her cage, helpless to watch her girlfriend's violation. With a guttural groan, Harley buries herself to the hilt and floods Sophie's pussy with hot cum, earning a fresh scream of outrage from Ryan. "How dare you cum in my Sophie!" she shrieks, but Harley only laughs as she slowly withdraws from Sophie's trembling body.

"Your turn now, little bat!" Harley purrs, turning her attention to Ryan's cage. With practiced efficiency, she releases the restraints and tears away Ryan's suit until the vigilante stands naked and defiant before her. Leaning close, Harley whispers in Ryan's ear, "I'm going to cum in your pussy too," making Ryan shudder despite her brave posture. "Never," Ryan spits back, but Harley just grins as she positions herself behind the heroine. With one brutal thrust, she buries her dick in Ryan's pussy, drawing a sharp cry that Ryan quickly tries to suppress. Harley smacks Ryan's ass with a sharp crack. "You got a nice ass too, just like your girlfriend!" she exclaims. "Two sexy black women with big asses and they're mine, just like Joker and Batman!"

Ryan continues to talk shit even as Harley establishes a punishing rhythm. "I'll never be yours, Harley," she gasps between thrusts, but Harley only laughs. "My dick in your pussy says otherwise," she grunts, reaching around to pinch Ryan's nipples. "Your body already likes it, just like your girlfriend's did." Ryan's resistance begins to crumble as her body responds to Harley's relentless assault, her defiant words replaced by helpless moans. Harley never stops thrusting into Ryan's violated pussy, her hips moving with inhuman stamina as she glances back at you with a wink. "And my favorite pet looking back at me holding the camera," she purrs, gesturing toward you with her free hand while continuing to dominate Ryan, who can only moan and take it as you broadcast her complete and utter submission to the world.

You watch as Harley Quinn pulls out of Ryan Wilder with a satisfied grunt, thick cum dripping from Ryan's pussy onto the floor beside Sophie Moore who lies unconscious, Harley's previous conquest still leaking between her legs. The broadcast continues uninterrupted as Harley turns her attention to the newly arrived Batgirl, who freezes mid-swing when she realizes the trap has been sprung.

"Another bat for my collection," Harley giggles, lunging forward with impossible speed. Batgirl's reflexes are sharp, but Harley's unpredictability wins out, sending the heroine crashing to the ground. Before Batgirl can recover, Harley has her pinned, tearing through the tactical suit with her bare hands until Batgirl's generous ass is exposed.

"Look at all this cake," Harley whistles, smacking the pale flesh hard enough to leave a handprint. "Batman's been hiding this treasure." From the cages, Joker's laughter echoes while Batman watches with clenched fists, powerless to intervene. Harley positions herself behind Batgirl, who struggles uselessly against the clown's surprising strength.

"No... please..." Batgirl pants as Harley forces herself inside, the sudden penetration making Batgirl arch her back despite herself. Harley establishes a brutal rhythm, each thrust punctuated by another sharp smack against Batgirl's bouncing ass. The broadcast captures every moment - Batgirl's conflicted expression, her body's involuntary responses, Harley's mocking grin as she leans forward to whisper something that makes Batgirl flush with shame.

"Your body loves this, doesn't it?" Harley taunts, reaching around to Batgirl's front. "All that training, all that discipline... and here you are, dripping for me." True to Harley's words, Batgirl's pussy clenches around her, betraying the heroine's mind even as tears of humiliation slide down her cheeks. Harley never stops thrusting, driving deeper with each movement while the cameras roll, capturing Batgirl's complete breakdown for all of Gotham to see.