Chapter 1 - You'll Understand After You Read

Finally, after a winter that seemed to stretch for far too long, Gotham entered spring. A personal favorite of Batgirl's, AKA Barbara Gordon. As she glid and leaped from rooftop to rooftop, she couldn't help but breathe in deeply and enjoy the almost perfect weather.

During the hotter seasons, even at night, trying to patrol while wearing a relatively heavy set of gear was unbearable. And while the colder seasons were somewhat better, for some odd reason, Barbara couldn't help but always catch a bit of a chill, which was quite annoying.

So, in this brief respite, Barbara enjoyed it as much as she could. To make matters even better, for once, Gotham seemed to be fairly quiet that night. No costumed thugs or supervillains out on the prowl, circumstances that were usually to die for given her usual line of work.

However, as she glided over to a roof overlooking a nearby bank, a wave of apprehension couldn't help but pass over and through the caped vigilante, making her stand on edge as she looked down at the city street below. Even though living in the city that she did was a perfectly understandable reason why she might feel this way, for some reason, on this day in particular, Barbara couldn't help but feel a sense of deep and forboding dread that seemed to overtake the usual feelings of fear that passed through her on a regular basis.

From what she remembered, she didn't really have anything going on that day. April 1st, a perfectly averge and normal day. And for some reason, Barbara felt like she should be anywhere else besides where she was now. It was a confusing feeling, and one she tried to shake off, and yet it continued to stick to her, honestly concerning her more than anything else as she tried to clear her mind.

"All units, we have reports of Harley Quinn being spotted in Amusement Mile. Until further assistance arrives, remain out of the area until the situation is handled." Batgirl jumps as the police radio in her cowl crackles to life. Ah, maybe this would help clear her mind a little bit, taking down Harley Quinn. Compared to the Joker, it was a threat Barbara knew for herself that she could handle. And so, pulling out her grappling hook, she fired it off and began her journey toward the area where the villainess had been spotted.

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Touching down in Amusement Mile, Barbara took the time to look at the area surrounding her. It wasn't her favorite place for obvious reasons. Still, as her gaze shifted around the empty area, she was confused as to how she was going to find Harley in a place that, for the most part, looked completely abandoned. That is until she began to hear something, something that sounded like.... Music?

Rounding a corner, Batgirl came face to face with what looked like some sort of funhouse, the usual kind you'd see in random pop-up circuses that appeared around the summer. However, instead of being a place fit for fun and imagination, like the rest of the Amusement Mile, it looked like it was barely held together with tape and glue. Something that, for all intents and purposes, Barbara wouldn't have paid any mind to if it wasn't for the carney music coming from the inside of it. But most strikingly was the fact that there seemed to be some sort of light inside.

Its beam bobbed and weaved through the air at her, almost like a flashlight trying to signal something. However, as she took a step closer, the light suddenly flicked off, and Barbara was left with nothing but that same sense of foreboding dread that had begun to haunt her the moment she first put her costume on to go out on patrol. 

Checking her surroundings, Batgirl remained cautious, unwilling to move from her current spot. It reeked of a trap, an obvious one at that. However, seeing as this seemed the perfect place for Harley to hitch up, Barbara ignored that nagging feeling inside herself that told her to radio for backup and made her way forward toward the front door. At the same time, she noticed the bright pink light peering out from under the doorframe.

"Ok, then. Let's see what we're working with here." Barbara mutters to herself as she reaches out a hand and pushes the door open, and sure enough, her eyes are instantly assaulted with a blinding bright neon light that seems to shoot out the moment she pushes the door open. However, once her eyes settled, she noticed something rather striking. That being, unlike the outside of the establishment, the inside of the funhouse seemed to be pretty well put together. And as she got a good look around, she found that the first attraction of the house appeared to be what looked like a maze of mirrors, concerning her vigilante crime-fighting instincts as past experiences within areas such as these always led to some freak hiding behind one of the mirrors and jumping out at her.

However, as she began to make her way through, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, just regular mirrors and nothing else. But just as she was starting to write this part off as some sort of weird gimmick before things got more dangerous, Batgirl finally looked at herself in one of the mirrors, and much to her horror, she quickly realized that these weren't just any normal mirrors. As she peered at herself, she saw that instead of reflecting her normal reflection, it showed herself standing there completely naked, all except for her cowl, which still covered her face.

It was horrifying, yet all the while fascinating at the exact same time. It captured everything, everything from her built frame to her tight and perky breasts and her fairly shaved-down cunny, all the way down to each and every little scar that she got when she first started crime fighting.  

"The Hell...." Batgirl says as she looks at herself, her reflection looking just as horrified as she did. "How the Hell was she able to pull something like this off?" Barbara wonders to herself as her horror turns into confusion as she gets a closer look. Was it some sort of screen? No, it couldn't be. Rearing back a hand, the vigilante brought a fist forward hard into the surface, causing it to crack but not show any sign of it being a screen. And to even add credence to the fact that it wasn't some sort of screen was the fact that no matter how hard she looked, Batgirl couldn't spot a single camera, let alone one that would be able to capture the angle the mirror was showing her now.

It had to be an illusion, some sort of sick trick. But to be fair, as Batgirl reared her hand back again and brought her fist up against the mirror, actually managing to shatter it this time like the mirror it seemed to be, she realized that's all it was, a mirror. She had faced enough horrible foes to keep her from turning back now, even though the fact that the mirror revealed her naked body was sufficient room to make her more than uncomfortable. And so, with a slight amount of trepidation and hesitation lurking within the confines of her heart, Batgirl turned on her heel and continued to make her way through the maze of mirrors, all the while trying to ignore the fact that she was currently seeing herself naked in each and every one of the reflections.

Eventually, though, she found the exit, a swift relief for the vigilante as she moved out of the previous area to what looked like a narrow staircase leading upward. However, rather than walking up them all willy-nilly, Barbara knew better than to do something like that and instead opted to slowly raise her foot to the first and tap it just to check and see if it was hollow underneath. And sure enough, when she brought her foot down, the sound of an empty space beneath the step rang out in her ears, making Barbara smirk as she moved her foot to the next step and found it to be normal.

Then, from there, she slowly made her way up, checking each step until she reached the top of the staircase, but just as she stepped up to the final ledge, the floor was suddenly pulled out underneath her, causing her to fall before the floor suddenly slammed back into her neck. Luckily, thanks to the armoring in her cowl, when it slammed into her, it didn't crush her neck; however, what it instead did was leave her locked in place as the sounds of familiar giggling filled her ears. Oh, God.

"Harley?!" Batgirl struggled, trying to wiggle herself free from her current situation, but was ultimately unable to as she listened on in horror. Harley's giggling soon turned into laughter before her laughter was joined by the laughter of what sounded like countless other voices before she felt what felt like dozens of pairs of hands begin to grope at her body. "Hey! Stop!" She shouts angrily as she tries to fight off the hands as they rub at her crotch and grope at her tits through her costume before her hands and legs are held in place she suddenly feels as her utility belt is torn from her person before it was followed up by every other possible piece of equipment located on her body. And to make an already horrible situation even worse, she feels the sharp edge of a knife press into her tummy, leaving her to expect the worst. However, what instead ends up happening is that the parts of her costume covering her crotch and tits are cut away.

"Fucking! Damn it!" Batgirl practically screams as she then feels more hands begin to grope at her bare breasts, pinching her nipples and gripping tightly at her tit meat, while below, more digits fought to rub and finger at her pussy before the laughter that seemed to fill every part of the room increased in volume, worrying Barbara and for good reason, as the caped vigilante suddenly feels something large and bulbous slowly get pushed inside her pussy. "NO!" Batgirl screams as a surge of adrenaline passes through her, giving herself enough strength to kick herself free and actually manage to pull herself up from the trap floor.

"Gah!" Batgirl screams as she throws herself forward, quickly turning back around just in time to see the floor she just fell through quickly close back up. Although, looking down at herself, the majority of her attention was instead switched toward the massive dildo that now found itself jammed up inside her pussy. "Oh, fuck!" Batgirl curses under her breath as she reaches out and grabs the toy, the forced movement of which causes her to cringe, but she nevertheless powers through the sensations that come when she slowly starts pulling it out until she is able to finally toss it to the side in disgust.

"More where that came from, batbitch!" A familiar, annoying voice rings out through a speaker above her as Barbara turns to look at a speaker connected to some sort of camera system. "Was hopin' for one of the younger ones, but I'm still glad I was able to catch a slut like you." Harley rings out before laughing.

"The Hell is this Harley?!" Batgirl shouts out angrily, raising both of her hands to cover her now naked body as she stands there nervously in what appears to be some sort of foyer room. From her position, she also watches as the staircase she just came up from quickly closes up, cutting off any escape from where she came as she now stands there in complete and utter uncharted territory.

"I already told you! Just a taste of some of the fucked up shit I got cooked up for you! Hope you weren't planning on doing anything later, cuz' this is gonna be a LONG night for ya!" Harley's voice rings out before falling into a fit of laughter, getting even further on Barbara's nerves as she stands there, her most private places only being covered up by her hands and arms.

Thinking quickly, Barbara tried to use her comms. Harley was bad, maybe not as bad as the Joker. But never at any point was she THIS bad. And in this case, she needed backup, fast. "Batgirl to base. Batgirl to base! Does anybody read me?!"

Nothing but static, the sound only deepened Barbara's dread as she heard Harley fall into another fit of laughter. "Did ya' really think I wouldn't figure out a way to cut out ya comms? Jeez, batbitch, I hate to say it, but maybe the smarts do lie with the boys of the group." Harley laughed, making Barbara grit her teeth as she turned to survey her current surroundings. 

OK, so radioing for backup is a no-go. That's fine, she's handled worse situations than these by herself before. All she had to do was remain as careful as she usually was, especially as she rounded a corner and found herself in some sort of hallway. 5 total doors, two on either side and one on the end.

"And here we are!" Harley announces. "The main meat of the game. You see, batbitch, what you're going to have to do here is simply choose one of these doors to go through and go through it. Simple, right? Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but as you'll soon find, the games I've got cooked up for you aren't as easy as they seem." Harley explains before, once again, falling into another fit of laughter.

Looking at the 5 doors before her, Barbara thought about it in the most logical way possible and approached the door on the far side of the hall. However, once she made her way over, she found it to be locked with 4 separate locks. 

"Damn it." She breathes out, frustrated. Alright, maybe she wasn't going to be able to bullshit her way out of this. So, taking a step back, Barbara took stock of the four doors before her. Given how things had gone so far, it didn't take long for her to figure that this was only going to be the tip of the proverbial iceberg in terms of things to come. And so, with enough hesitation in her heart to leave anyone in a lost stupor, she looks to her right and opens the door to complete and total darkness.

"C'mon, Batbitch! Get in there already!" Harley's voice rings out from the speaker. "And don't even think of activating any sort of night vision shit, 'cause I got sensors in each of these rooms which will detect it." Harley's voice calls out again, causing Batgirl to sigh. Of all times for Harley to start thinking just a little bit more about her schemes.

Making her way forward, Batgirl tried to feel her way around, only to find that the room she was in was completely empty, giving her some semblance of hope that this might not be as bad as she was thinking. However, as the lights in the room suddenly turned on, it proved to be quite the opposite, as going across each part of the walls around her were a series of a pattern of holes, that is, one low and two others above at roughly around the same height.

"Huh, so this room? Not really the one I would've gone for, but I guess that's alright! Not that I really mind myself, either." Harley's voice calls out from a speaker behind Barbara, something she sees as she turns around and, sure enough, notices how it's also connected to another camera. "Alright, Batbitch! Here's the deal, we're going to be playing a little game, a guessing game." Harley announces as from each of the bottom holes in the room pops out a cock, each long in its length and twitching slightly.

"The H-Hell?!" Barbara says, spinning on her heel as she sees that in total, there were around 20 to 30 members primed and ready for whatever she was about to be forced to do. "Harley!" She shouts, obviously resistant toward whatever this was all aiming to be.

"Relax! You're smart, right? All you have to do is find the right ding-dong, that being mine!" Harley announces. "Now, being the woman you are, I'm sure you're pretty doubtful of your skills to figure something like this out, but being one of the only girls in a boy's club, I'm sure you can use some of your skills to figure out the difference between me from my girls."

Oh, Hell no. Hell fucking no. No fucking way was Barbara going to do something like this. Sucking a multitude of cocks just to see which one was Harley's? No way! "Harley! You don't really believe I'm going to do something like this, do you?" Batgirl calls out. Harley might've been crazy, but by no means was she crazy enough that she would be able to get her to do this.

"Oh, Batbitch. What's with all the hesitation? It's just you, me, and my girls. Oh! And this hostage of ours." Harley's voice rings out before a sudden screen turns on the other side of the room, revealing blurry and hard-to-see footage of a naked woman, her face and head covered by a hood. However, what stood out the most to the vigilante was the fact that she was covered in cum, with most of the sticky white fluid leaking out from her pussy and asshole, with an extra sprinkling of it going across her tits for good measure.

Along with that, her tits seemed to be groped raw, with her nipples standing on edge as her body also seemed to be riddled with bruises and swat marks. "All you just need to do is get through the house, and you and our little guest here will be released!" Harley announces, only deepening the bottomless hatred Batgirl had for her at that point.

"You're a monster, Harley. Even Joker wouldn't stoop this low." Batgirl growls, gritting her teeth as she continues watching the footage.

"Aw, Batbitch, you don't even know how flattering it is to hear you say that." Harley gushes. "NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET TO SUCKIN' ALREADY!" She suddenly shouts, and given that she really has no other choice, Batgirl is forced to comply as the footage of the woman suddenly turns off, leaving her to focus only on her task.

Getting a better look at each of the members, she saw that each and every one of them was pale white, obviously meant to match Harley's own skin, making an already difficult task even harder for her as she tried to steady herself. If Harley was playing along with the rules of the game, which most likely she was, since it was pretty obvious that someone like Harley wouldn't pass up the chance to get Batgirl to suck her off, then all she had to do was pick the right member, and she'd get the key piece for the door. Still, that didn't make the fact that she still had to do this any easier as she let out a huff from her lips before kneeling down before one of the cocks.

Like the rest inside the room, the one that Barbara had chosen was long, standing a staggering 14 inches of solid fuck meat.

"And don't even think about giving out a handy unless you want our little mutual friend of ours to receive a few more markings for good measure.~" Harley sings, causing Batgirl to grit her teeth together as she stared down the head of the fuck rod before her.

"Whatever, just get it over with already!" Batgirl tells herself mentally as she gets her face closer to it, giving her the chance to watch as a pearly drop of pre begins to ooze out from the head and drip down to the floor. "Oh, God...." Batgirl groaned under her breath, but still, after working herself up, she slowly opened her mouth and moved her head forward, taking the head of the cock into her maw.

Almost instantly, Barbara's senses were assaulted with a disgusting musky taste, which was only amplified by the precum that now pooled across her tongue. Her mind screamed at her to pull away, to spit out any of the fluid that was slowly making its way down her throat, but throughout it all, she remained determined as she began to slowly move her head back and forth, taking the member into her mouth in thick meaty strokes of her mouth. Her efforts of which cause the cock to twitch slightly, giving Batgirl some semblance of hope that this degrading task would be over sooner rather than later. However, as nothing comes up, she's left heartbroken to continue her task as she slowly tries to blow the cock before her.

"Just imagine it as literally anybody else." Batgirl thinks to herself as she tries to think back romantic evening she spent with past partners, something that seemed to do the trick at least somewhat. However....

"Damn! Told ya, ya wouldn't be half bad at suckin' cock!" Harley's voice from the speaker breaks any sort of mental illusion she could've tried to make herself as she's bought back to what she's doing, forced to suck cock in some kind of fucked up horny fun house built by none other than Harley Quinn herself. The thought alone was enough to cause her to bring her teeth down and through the cock head, currently exploring all the parts of her mouth. But given the fact that there was also a hostage, the vigilante thought twice about doing that. Still, the temptation was there as she continued to move her head up and down in an increasingly rapid manner and still got nothing for it.

"Although, maybe you could use a little help." Harley's voice ponders as unbeknownst to Barbara, a pair of hands and arms slowly snake their way out from the pair of holes above the one the cock she currently came out from, and slowly but surely, they made their way downward until they were mere inches away from Batgirl's bobbing head. Then, once they were close enough, they suddenly grabbed hold of her head via her cowl's ears and proceeded to pull Barbara's head all the way down the member, spearing the rest of the muscle she had been avoiding all the way down her gullet in one thick stroke of movement, more than catching the vigilante in question off guard as her eyes suddenly go wide, and she presses both of her hands up against the wall to try and pull herself free. However, the person on the other side of the wall took the chance to loosen her grip and give her some slack, only to tighten it once again and pull her head all the way back down.

"GLGK! GLKGLK! GLKGLK! GLGLKLK!" Barbara gurgles helplessly as her throat is fucked repeatedly by the member currently violating it. Her efforts to get herself free were ultimately worthless, leaving her at the complete and utter mercy of the woman on the other side of the wall.

By no means was Barbara experienced in using her throat. Even in her aforementioned past sexual experiences, none of that even came close to the throat bashing she was currently receiving as it seemed to just drag on and on and on and on and on until, with one final pull, the hands currently controlling the movement of her head suddenly pull her down as far as she could go down before beginning to unload. The salty payload was fired directly down her throat in thick globby blasts of cum that seemed to coat both the inside of her throat AND mouth.

"GLKG! LGKKL! GLKK! GLKkkkk...." Batgirl bangs on the wall as her face begins to slowly go red from the lack of oxygen. Still, before she can pass out, the hands finally release her, allowing the vigilante to suddenly pull her head back, not before receiving one blast of goo across her cowled features as she gasps for air she desperately needed. 

And while coughing up bits of cum, Batgirl quickly turns her attention back toward the hole in the wall. Only for it to suddenly seal up. "Uh oh, Batbitch! It looks like, in this case, ya ended up choosin' wrong! Although, I'm sure SHE didn't mind." Harley's voice rings out, nearly making Barbara scream out in fury.

"Harley, when I find you. I'm going to do to you what Batman should've done to the Joker long ago." Batgirl's voice drips with venom as she kneels there.

"Oh, I look forward to it. Now, if you don't mind. You have plenty of cocks to get through before you find the key to that door." Harley mocks back.

Despite all the things Harley was at that moment, she was still right. Looking around at all the other members currently surrounding her, Batgirl had a long night of sucking ahead of her, no matter if she wanted to or not.

And so, after letting out a shuddery breath that held back an endless barrage of curses aimed toward her current captor, Batgirl turned and picked another cock out from the lot. This time, however, any sort of reservations she might've had previously were tossed to the side as the only thing she was looking for was the damn key. And thus, as such, Batgirl quickly got to work sucking on the next cock, moving her head up and down the member at a much faster extent than she did previously, partially due to the hope that she could get through this quicker and also due to the fact that she didn't want to get throat fucked again.

"Oooh! Look at you, eager beaver! Seems that you're now finally gettin' the picture." Harley's voice mocks as Batgirl continues to suck. Through her cowl, it was clear to see the deep and powerful glare she carried as she tried her hardest to get the member in her mouth off, at the same time, still grimacing and cringing each time she felt the muscle twitch while it was trapped by her lips.

Despite her increased efforts however, the result stayed the same as before. The cock itself just seemed unwilling to cum no matter how hard Batgirl sucked on it, twirled her tongue around it, or did anything remotely special that she herself thought would bring most people to completion in a matter of moments. It wasn't until Batgirl took the time to steady herself and try throating the cock on her own accord did she seem to get anywhere. Although, even then, the moment the head of the long member touched the back of her throat, her body was quickly racked through a series of gagging and retching, less to the extent compared to before, but still enough to the point that Batgirl had to pull back.

"And would ya look at that, desperate enough to try and throat it? While I admire the effort, you still have a long way to go before your primed like any other whore out there." Harley comments, and sure enough, as Batgirl continued to work the cock in her mouth, a pair of hands quickly descended upon her head, grabbed hold of it, and proceeded to go to town. And while Barbara put up less of a fight now that she knew it was coming, she still struggled deeply to catch a single breath as her gullet was repeatedly plundered by the long and hard mass of muscle. All of this comes to a head when, like before, the cock cums, spraying what feels like endless loads down Batgirl's throat before she's finally released. She then turns her attention back to the hole itself, only to see it suddenly seal up. Causing her to, out of frustration, bring her fist down into the metal floor and let out an angry cry.

"Hey, don't get mad at me. It's your own luck that's gotten you to where you are now." Harley goes on to say, nearly making Batgirl stand up from where she was and bring her fist through the nearby speaker. And yet, she didn't. Instead opting to, like before, move on to the next member in line in the vain hope of it being the one.

And thus, the same process repeats itself, with Batgirl moving down cock to cock. Trying to find the one that belonged to Harley, and each time she managed to get a cock to cum, it gave her nothing. And while all this was going on, Harley continued to mock and laugh at her, nearly making Batgirl lose her mind in the process until midway through moving onto the next cock, it suddenly pulls back, and a thick white rear is pressed up against the hole instead, it's tight sphincter winking slightly as a massive cock hung beneath.

"Oh, fuck that!" Batgirl retracts, disgust latent in her voice as she stands up from her position. The thick globules of cum that had built across her face slowly spilled down across the rest of her body as she remained disgusted at the fact that instead of giving the usual blowjob, the next sick bitch wanted her to give her a rimjob of all things.

"Please, Batbitch, with the way you look at that boy toy of yours, you've surely dug your tongue up into his sweety hole!" Harley's voice comments, disgusting Barbara even further as she continues to look down at the anus being presented to her. "Besides, if you remember correctly, you don't really have a choice, now don't you?" Harley goes on to say, her voice sounding more sinister than Barbara had ever heard it before.

This wasn't right. None of it was. Joker was supposed to be the sick one, and Harley.... She was just supposed to be the help. But this, every single part of it, it was all just sick. And to top it all off, deep down, Barbara knew she had no choice but to comply with the demands given to her, no matter how hard she didn't want to or how the meer thought of doing something like that alone, made her want to puke up all the cum she had swallowed down. And to make matters even worse, this was only just the first room out of 3 others.

Kneeling back down, Barbara felt bile rise to the back of her throat as she looked at what was being presented to her. She was going to do this. NO! She HAD to do this. All for the safety of the hostage Harley had, even if it meant doing.... This.

Leaning in, Barbara took in the pungent musk of the rear, the glistening beads of sweat running down the thick plump butt cheeks, balls, and member nearly causing her to back away once again. And yet, she held herself to it, getting her face closer until it was mere inches away from the sphincter before her. God, she was going to kill Harley for this. But before she could have any second thoughts, she let her tongue roll out from her mouth and, in a quick instant, pressed it up against the butthole, causing the owner of said rear to twitch slightly. At the same time, Barbara herself reeled back, gagging heavily at the salty, bitter taste. 

The cocks she had blown, they all hadn't been in the condition Barbara would've preferred them to have been in. With sweat and general musk, making an already seemingly impossible task all the more difficult. But after having only gotten a mere taste of this mystery person's ass, it nearly made her vomit on the spot.

"Oh, quit bein' such a fuckin' baby and GET TO IT ALREADY!" Harley screams, nearly pushing Barbara to tears as she turns back to the asshole. And as hesitation began to seep back into her, she suddenly pushed herself, sticking her tongue out once again and pressing it up against the salty asshole. However, instead of backing away, Barbara's hands formed white knuckle hard grips as she kept going, slowly and reluctantly beginning to lap at the sphincter, causing it to twitch and shiver slightly the deeper she got with it. God, what she would give to have a chance to start the day all over again and avoid these circumstances.

But that wasn't something she had; what she had now was a responsibility, even if it meant applying more and more pressure with her tongue up against the asshole before her. Deep down, she tried to think about literally anything else, but it was well and truly impossible. Her mind, no matter how hard she tried to shift it, was stuck to what she was doing as her tongue tasted and rolled across every part of that puckered hole.

"C'mon! Get in there already! I wanna see that tongue of yours deep inside her ass!" Harley calls out, making Barbara cringe even harder inwardly, if that was even possible at that point, given how hard she was fighting against herself as her mind and body both begged and tried to get her face away from what she was doing. But thanks to her time as a hero, she still ended up pushing herself, even if that meant letting her tongue finally go through the entrance to the ass before her.

"Gah! Ggggemm...." Barbara groans, her mouth full of thick ass meat as she slowly tries to worm her tongue deeper inside the mystery woman's butthole. Its warm and bitter taste only got worse by the second, and as a result, she eventually got to a point where her own lips were just about to push up against the lips of the woman's ass. And just as she was about to pull away, above her, similar to how she first started this room, a pair of hands and arms emerged out from the hole, their position different from all the other hands due to their owner being in a different standing than the rest of the women in the room as Barbara tended to her. The only thing that was the same, however, was how they grabbed hold of Barbara's head and quickly pulled her face further up against her ass, giving the vigilante no room to escape, no matter how hard the woman in question tried as her tongue squirmed and moved about the asshole it was in.

"Mmlmlmlml! MLMLMMm!" Barbara groans out, her words muffled by the plump pale ass she was forced to eat out as everything seemed to come crashing down around her, all the while she continued to keep going. Leaving Barbara completely helpless in the end to her fate as a simple ass eater. It was disgusting, one of the worst things she had ever done in her life. So much so that she wasn't sure she was going to be able to keep going at this pace. But before Barbara was able to face the fate of being suffocated by thick clown girl ass, the grip on her head suddenly tightened drastically as, through her tongue, she was able the feel the woman's ass twitch slightly, giving her the vain hope that she might've actually gotten her to cum. And sure enough, the hands quickly released her, letting Barbara suddenly pull her head back and gasp for air, to both fill her lungs and also to try and wash her mouth out of the bitter taste that was now present in it. 

And yet, as her gaze quickly shifted back to look toward the now empty hole in the wall, she couldn't help but let out a scream of frustration as it simply sealed up. "Uh oh, seems all that ass munchin' was for nothin'. Better luck next time, I guess." Harley continued to mock as Barbara was left unsure of how much more she would be able to take and not lose her mind all at the same time. Still, despite her deep frustrations, she knew that she couldn't stop. Looking over at the walls of cocks that continued to stretch out before her, she knew that, eventually, she'd find the right member. And, so, while continuing to hold herself back, she went onto the next hole in the wall.

And just as she was about to start sucking, the cock quickly pulled away and was soon replaced by another ass, eager for Barbara's treatment. "Ooooh, would you look at that, Batbitch. Seems some of the othas' are little interested to see what you can do to their asses."

She wanted to say something, anything, but the fight she had left in this room was slowly waning fast. And any dignity she might've had previously was taken away from her the moment she wrapped her lips around the first cock in this room. So, after letting out a sigh that showed her utter exhaustion, Barbara moved her face forward, pressing it between the plump pale buttcheeks while her lips and tongue began to work at the asshole itself. Her tongue, practically feeling sore as it sat inside her mouth, moved deep into the sphincter, similar to before, as she tried to work it as best as she could. Fuck, once she eventually got out of this, she would have to clean her mouth out for weeks.

The salty, bitter taste was almost indescribable to her, especially regarding how horrible it was. Along with that, having her nose pressed up against such a delicate location more than left her sense of smell open to assault since, to breathe, she had to take in thick gulps of air into her lungs by inhaling through her nose. Nearly making her gag a few times as a result, although, much to her own worry, the possibility of that actually happening began to wane the longer she stuck her mouth and nose into places she never thought they'd be. Overall, however, compared to last time, Batgirl's general strategy of how to tackle eating out such an ass stayed the same for the most part. All that really changed was how desperate she was to get her tongue in there, which left her more than open to more mocking from Harley.

"Damn! Give ya a ring to munch on, and now look at you go! Maybe that's why you're considered the smart one of that little family of yours?" Harley's voice prattles on as Barbara herself tries to block it all out. Although, when it came to Harley, blocking her out was ever rarely an option in the first place.

Eventually, though, just like before, Batgirl felt a pair of hands grab onto her head and force her face even deeper into the ass in front of her. And also, just like before, she took every single chance she could get to simply breathe while her senses were under assault. Still, that didn't stop her from trying to work her tongue like a desperate 2 dollar whore as she continued to wiggle it around and press it into the place she thought the woman on the other side of the wall might be sensitive. And sure enough, her efforts pay off as the ass in front of her twitches before she's suddenly released and is able to watch, like all the other times before, how the hole in the wall is quickly sealed back up.

"Oops! Wrong again, Batbitch!" Harley calls out, leaving Barbara to look across at the cocks left. However, after her most recent rimjob, the vigilante watches as some of the cocks pull back and are replaced with primed and ready assholes.

"Fuckin'.... Damn it...." Barbara pants as she shifts over onto her knees to the next hole in the wall.

From there, it was a matter of going between cocks and assholes to suck, each a horrifying experience for Barbara as it never really seemed to end. A part of her wondered if some of the cocks and asses she had pleasured returned for seconds, although upon closer inspection, she was relieved to find that to not be the case. Even then, though, that did little to lessen the horror of what she was being forced to do. All the while, Harley continued to chime in with continued commentary while Barbara searched for the right member or asshole to suck on.

"ENNG!"

"Nope!"

"Nada!"

"Try again!"

"How did that ass taste?"

"Omigosh, I can't fuckin' believe you swallowed all that!"

On and on it continued to go, with Barbara's mouth almost growing numb while her physical features were covered cum and clown girl sweat. It wasn't until she was desperately sucking on what must've been her umpteenth cock. One that, only after she had begun to suck, did Harley finally shut the fuck up, only to have it pull away and shoot her face with cum before a key was thrown through the hole that did the nightmare finally come to an end.

"Congrats Batbrat! You got your first key! Hope it didn't take too much effort to get.~" Harley's voice comments, finally earning a fist through the speaker her voice was coming out from while Barbara clutched onto the key she just received for dear life. "Hey! These were expensive to get, you know!" Harley's voice calls out, this time from the speaker back in the hall, but Barbara ignores her as she stumbles out of the room.

Already, she could feel her body going through the throws of exhaustion. Every part of her ached after being forced to kneel and pleasure who knows how many clown girls with her mouth, and as Barbara's eyes shifted over toward the main door and its four consecutive locks, she nearly felt like screaming before she managed to calm herself and tuck the key she was given into one of the pockets she still had that had been cleared and cleaned out earlier.

"Ok, Batcunt! Still your choice. Which door is next?" Harley calls out through the speaker, leaving Barbara to choose between the three remaining doors. After going through everything she had done with the room previously, the vigilante already expected that each of the doors would hold something as equally horrible as the last one she had just been through.

And so, without much thought put behind it, Batgirl looked toward the door in front of her, marched toward it, and ripped it open, and again, like before, revealed complete and total darkness on the other side of it. However, now that she wasn't carrying the same reluctance she had earlier, she simply sighed and walked forward into the darkness. Although, instead of being completely brazen about it, she still held her arms out to feel around. And just like before, she wasn't able to feel a single thing. That is until she tripped over something inflated and landed face first into some sort of sticky substance, although, as some of it got into her mouth, she quickly recognized it as the fluid she was forced to ingest what felt like gallons of, that being cum.

And just as soon as she fell, did the lights suddenly burst on, blinding the vigilante if only for a second before she got a hold of her bearings. "YEE HAW, BRATGIRL!" Harley practically screams through the speaker in the room in a cringe-inducing bad Southern accent. "Welcome to the rodeo, ho down!" Harley calls out as Barbara turns and sees what she has fallen up against.

It was a mechanical bull. The same kind that you would see in a bar. And where she was now, it was just the area where people were meant to fall after the mechanical bull managed to throw them off it. And just like she had expected, the entire surface of it had been coated with a thick layering of semen. However, what drew her attention the most was that located atop where the rider would usually sit was a massive, nearly foot-and-half-long horse dildo.

"Oh, God...." Barbara mutters as she stands up to her feet. There was no way Harley was expecting her to fit all of THAT inside herself. No, there was no way! It'd fucking kill her! Harley might've been batshit insane, but there's no way she'd expect her to do something like this, right?

"Now then, here's the game!" Harley starts. "All ya gotta do is get up on this mechanical bull here and ride it for a total of 2 minutes." She goes further on to explain while across the room, a timer for 2 minutes lights up, signaling to Barbara that they were planning on counting this down to the absolute second.

"H-Harley," Barbara starts, more or less astonished by the idea alone that Harley was thinking that she was going to try and fit this thing inside of her. "You don't honestly think this thing will fit, do you?" Barbara questions, hoping that, for once, this might've been some sort of sadistic joke.

"Yep!" Harley chirps, making Barbara's heart fall into her stomach. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better," Across the room, a screen pops up, showing a blurry view of a woman's pussy slowly as it was slowly lowered down onto and speared onto the massive horse dildo. 

It didn't look natural. Not in the least, the squirming woman's form being stretched around the massive horse cock looked just about painful. A fact that only seemed to be confirmed by the woman's own muffled screaming as her cunt was stuffed full with the toy. The sights and sounds alone soon muffled out anything Barbara might've been experiencing; even Harley's laughter, something that had become so GRATING, was reduced to mere background noise as she continued to stand there watching, horrified.

And just as the mechanical bull she was on began to move, the video finally ended, leaving Barbara to her own thoughts about what she now had to do. "See? I told ya so!" Harley mocks. "Now get that pretty ass up there and sit down!"

Barbara, reluctant as she was, didn't need to be told twice as she let out a nervous sigh before turning toward the machine. 2 minutes. She had to last 2 minutes on it. She could do it, right? She tried to instill herself with some form of confidence, but it was all quickly fading the moment she shifted over onto the mechanical bull. Climbing up onto it, she had to pace herself to stop herself from having a panic attack as she soon angled her crotch above the dildo and began to slowly lower herself down.

The moment the fist-sized head pressed up against her lower lips, she stopped, holding herself back from crying as she realized how much this was going to affect her. And still, holding back those same tears, she continued to press herself downward, slowly spearing her cunt full of synthetic cock. A sensation that left her feeling more full than she had ever felt in her entire life. Her insides, or more realistically, what was left of them, were stretched beyond any normal capacity she had ever experienced before. She wanted to cry, to scream, to let her torment and horror be known to the world around her, and still, she held it all in, biting her lower lip hard enough to slowly draw a spool of blood that began to drip down her lip.

After pushing herself down far enough, though, she finally did it; much to her own surprise, Barbara felt as the rest of her rear came into contact with the seat beneath her. "H-Holy shit!" Barbara says unintentionally, shocked by her own ability to fit such a fucked up toy inside herself. Looking down, she was even able to see that her stomach was bulging slightly.

"Don't get too proud of yourself just yet, Bratgirl! You still got to ride that thing for a solid 2 minutes before you pass." Harley's voice chirps in, reminding Barbara of the rest of the deal she is going to have to go through. "Now, then! Let's get this party started!" Harley announces as the mechanical bull finally begins to move, causing Barbara to jump in such a way that caused shocks of pain to shoot through her before she quickly managed to control herself as the machine began to slowly shift around, all the while letting out bull noises that filled the room alongside Harley's voice and a noticeable southern tune.

Like any other mechanical bull, it started off slow. Moving around at slow and predictable angles, things that Barbara could see coming and therefore account for. Although, as the vigilante's eyes glanced over toward the clock, she was shocked to see that it hadn't moved a single second. "F-Fucking.... Harley!" Barbara shouts, just about to pull herself up from having her pussy speared.

"Oh, what? Oh! Sorry about that, Bratgirl, let me just...." Harley's voice trails off like she's actually doing something before the clock proceeds to go down only a single second, nearly making Barbara call out her tormentor's name once again before the woman herself chirps up and says, "Sorry, sorry. Not the brightest bulb of the bunch, now am I?" The venom dripping from her voice was nearly palpable as she used the fact that none of the bat family ever really thought she was all that smart to her advantage in getting one over Barbara as the bull began to speed up slightly.

She really shouldn't have been all that surprised, to be perfectly fair. Of course, there was going to be a catch to all of this. The last room had one in the form of the surprise rimjobs she had to give. So, of course, Harley was going to take all the chance she could possibly get in getting to torture Barbara for as long as humanly possible. Still, that did little to stop the bulging pain in her guts as the mechanical bull sped up more and more, its smallest movements causing endless waves of pleasure and pain to pass through the vigilante by the second. But still, even then, Barbara felt like she had this. All she needed to do was simply ride this out to its conclusion, pun not intended.

But as the machine began to bob back and forth along with shifting from side to side, that unwavering confidence Barbara had in herself began to waver as her nerves stood on an end higher than they have ever stood and in a way that nearly left the vigilante dizzy from all the things that she was feeling at that current moment. And to make matters even worse, Batgirl noticed as slots in the walls began to open, revealing what looked to be automated guns, making the vigilante fear the idea that this might be how it all ended. However, instead of bullets, she is taken aback as what comes out of the barrels is instead paint pellets, revealing the supposed guns to be nothing more than paintball rifles. Still, that didn't stop the immense pain that came as they began to periodically fire at the stuck vigilante. Whether it'd be catching her between the shoulder blades, her tits, or any other sensitive part of her body, Barbara couldn't help but shout and cry as the rounds came at her. Not constantly, thankfully, but actually in intervals that made it hard for the genius superhero to predict.

"Aw, don't worry, Bratgirl. The rounds won't leave any welts, maybe just a few marks. Besides, why would someone like myself want to scar that sexy lil' body of yours?" Harley says as Barbara continues to spin around, going faster and faster by the second, and as she turns to check the time, she sees that it has only been ten seconds. 

She just needed to go back and rely on her training. Bruce had taught her well. Whether it'd be combat skills or the ability to use something like a Batarang to an almost perscion-like ability, or in this case, the thing that she needed to rely on the most, the ability to go against pain. It was one of the hardest lessons she had to learn, but still, something she got the hang of and made good use of, especially during that night when the Joker came and... 

"Focus! Damn it!" Barbara thought to herself. "Get a hold of yourself and remember your training!" She continued on. She couldn't let herself slip, not now, as she continued to spin around on the mechanical bull. In contrast, the paintball guns continued to riddle her body with various markings, and the dildo inside her cunt shifted around inside her.

Although, as the bull sped around faster and faster, Barbara doubted that Bruce would've ever really thought she would have to go through something like this. And to be fair, neither did she. But as sparks of pleasure began to bloom throughout her body as the machine continued to spin and wirr, she couldn't really focus on any of those semantics as the ability to hold on became increasingly more and more difficult as things continued to ramp up in all things pleasure and pain.

But as the seconds continued to tick on further and further, Barbara saw that she was slowly but surely making process. Something that she would've been happier about if she wasn't where she was now. That being, a humiliating rodeo show. But throughout it all, she actually began to believe that she would be able to do this.

"Looks like you're getting pretty into it, Batbitch, but don't get ahead of yourself just yet!" Harley's voice calls out, becoming the main point of concern for Barbara, and a fear that was soon justified as inside herself, she could feel as the giant horse dildo was slowly lowered into the bull itself. Something that might seem good on the surface, but considering the fact that as the mechanical monster sped up faster and faster and Barbara's grip only got looser and looser, it soon became anything but. And sure enough, once only a mere quarter of the cock was inside her, and the bull turned in particularly sharp motion, Barbara was thrown off.

"No!" Barbara shouts at the last minute as time seems to slow down around her. In her view, she was able to see the mechanical bull, but more importantly, behind it, she saw that she had an entire minute left. However, once she took it all in and time seemed to go back to normal, she landed with a slam and a splat as her bare body slid across the cum covering the inflatable area. "Fucking damn it!" Barbara shouts out of anger, even sounding like Jason to herself in the very moment as she raises a hand and slams it down.

"Wow, Batbroad, didn't know you had a dirty mouth like that on ya'!" Harley exclaims, genuine surprise in her voice before she follows up with, "Oh, who am I kidding? I'm sure there have been dirtier things past those lips of yours, particularly recently, am I right?" Before falling into another fit of laughter Barbara herself could do nothing but look up at the ceiling above her.

Starting up slow, Barbara eventually scrambled to her feet, a look of annoyance clear as the day itself on her face as she thought about what she was going to do now. While she was more frustrated than anything else, a part of her still told herself that she should've seen at least something like this coming. It was clear from the get-go that by no means was Harley going to make this easy in the least, so raising the dildo up and down inside herself wasn't the most surprising thing in the world. Still, despite all of that, turning back toward the mechanical bull, a wave of encouragement passed through her. If she could get down to a single minute, then she was sure she could do it again and most likely go beyond even that, given that she now knew what to expect.

And so, without showing that much expressional change on camera for Harley to see, she hopped back aboard, lined her pussy up, and began to sink herself down. The travel down this time around was far less agonizing than how it was previously. Something that Barbara expected was due to her cunt getting a good feel with the horse sex toy, a fact that she didn't know if she should be happy or disturbed by. Still, she had a job to do, and sure enough, once she got into position, she grabbed hold tightly and went for a ride.

This time around, however, even as she felt the massive faux horsecock swivel its way around her cunny, she maintained a steady frame of mind as she went around. However, that wasn't to say that it became any easier. Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact, since now she knew what to expect, it made the time to go through it all feel all the more dragged out as she sat there. With each pelting of a paintball feeling more painful than the last. 

Even then, however, once the dildo began to sink up and down into the machine, Barbara still struggled, even falling a few times in the process, which then led to the entire process repeating all over again to an almost maddening degree. But with each time that left her falling face-first into a puddle of cum, she managed to gain more and more time on the clock. Something that seemed to only encourage her further as she became more hopeful that she might actually see the end of this.

Although, the battle to get to that final point was still a journey that left the vigilante panting and covered in sweat as her body unintentionally reacted to the stimulation of having such a massive sex toy jammed up inside her cunt. It was something she would've never hoped to go through, and yet, she was feeling every surge of electric arousal flow through her body like lava as she tried to hide it all. Mostly to retain some dignity while Harley and who knows who else continued to watch her put herself through this seemingly neverending, endless torture. While also at the same time trying to maintain some sort of sanity so that she didn't end up getting pushed over the far edge of what she was willing to take.

"Damn batbitch! Look at you!" Harley calls out as the dildo inside Barbara's cunt begins the process of almost slamming back and forth into her pussy, surging all the way to the entrance to her womb and nearly penetrating it in the process if it didn't slow down at the last second to avoid what kind of horrible nightmare scenario. "Yer' lookin' like a regular cowgirl now, ain't ya?" Harley then asks, her horrible southern accent being nearly one of the worst things Barbara had to go through as her rear cheeks rippled every time the massive horse dildo plunged deep inside of her.

Still, though, as the seconds continued to pass, Barbara slowly gained more and more time. Going from 45 seconds to 30 seconds to even 20. She didn't know if she was just getting worn out, but in any case, Barbara could slowly start to feel herself begin to slip from the focus of concentration she had been rolling with recently. But throughout it all, she just needed to keep hanging on!

Glancing back at the clock, Barbara saw that she was in the home stretch with 5 seconds left. And sure enough, Harley stretched those final digits out as long as they possibly could, all the while making the paintball guns increase the rate at which they pelted the vigilante's bare body. Leaving her to grunt and groan every other second.

"C'mon!" Barbara groans out loudly, both at the time and the orgasm that was just about to hit her like a truck, causing Harley to say something that she wasn't even paying attention to at that point as that high of arousal continued to rise further and further by the second. But then, finally, almost like a bursting damn, it happened. "FUUUUCK!" Barbara screams as her pussy erupts, just as the clock finally reaches 0 and the sound of a buzzer goes off. At the same time, though, the dildo finally sinks fully into the mechanical bull; however, knowing that she had passed, Barbara showed no reservations about holding on any longer and simply let go, letting her exhausted, nearly broken body be flung onto the cum covered floor.

From there, her emotions came in waves. First and foremost was the feeling of relief. Holy shit, she had actually done it. Sat on that fucking monster dildo for 2 entire of Harley's bullshit minutes. Although now that she felt the empty space inside her, a part of her wondered how what she was going to do afterward whenever she wanted to get intimate with someone. She'd have to go to a doctor after everything was done, but what would she even say? This then led to the second feeling she was having, something which was only amplified as she remembered what she had just done. She had cum. Almost at Harley Quinn's behest.

The instant she thought about that, a sigh escaped her lips before she quickly steeled herself. She.... She couldn't think about that now. She still had to get out of this place, whatever that even meant at this point. Still though, sitting up, Barbara flinched slightly as she felt something small and a metal tap fall against the top of her cowl, something which she quickly caught and discovered to be the second key. Looking up, though, she saw that it came from a hole in the ceiling, which was quickly sealed up.

"Now, then. GET MOVING BATBITCH!" Harley's voice roars from the speaker as Barbara does nothing in return besides stand up and tuck the key right next to the other key she had hidden. Two down, only two more to go. A fact that would've left her feeling more relieved than anything else, but after going through everything that she did, a nagging feeling in the back of her head said she wouldn't be able to do it.

And yet, despite that, she kept going, returning back out to the main hallway once again to look at the two doors now left for her to go through. What they might've been hiding was the question currently going through Barbara's mind as she looked between the both of them.

Harley was silent for once, which didn't give her any indication of what door she should and shouldn't choose, which then just simply left her to figure it all out for herself. Something she REALLY dreaded doing, but seeing as how she still lacked any sort of choice in the matter, Barbara simply opted to sigh and go for the door on the right to just get it all over with already.

After trying to calm herself, Barbara opened the door to the same usual darkness that greeted her the other two times she opened doors in this place. Walking forward, though, she was happy to note that instead of being suddenly blinded while she was in the complete dark by the lights suddenly turning on, a simple light attached to a nearby concrete wall flicked on, revealing what looked like some sort of entrance to an inflatable tube tunnel. Reminding the vigilante of the times her mom and dad would take both her and her brother to inflatable obstacle courses.

Most of the time, they were cheap, bargain bin places, filled to the brim with grime and dirt after having never been cleaned before. Even then, however, Barbara still loved those places with all her life when she was younger. 

However, as she walked over closer to the one in front of her now, instead of feeling that usual childish excitement she got when she was a kid, a sensation of deep and forboding dread bloomed throughout her form as she tried to peer down the plumped-out tunnel.

It was dark throughout, but on the other side, Barbara was able to see some sort of light on the other side of the tunnel. Even then though, getting a good grasp of how long she would have to crawl was difficult to say. Dissuading Barbara for a moment from continuing on any further, even though the actions she would have to take in a few moments were more than obvious.

"Welcome to the maze, Batbitch!" Harley's voice calls out from another speaker camera above her. "For your penultimate challenge of the night, all you have to do is make it through this simple maze, and you'll get your key piece. Simple as that! Easy peasy, lemon squeezy! No time limit whatsoever, just a simple maze." Harley explains, with Barbara getting the general grasp already.

With everything she had gone through that night, this honestly seemed like a nice change of pace, albeit for a moment until she figured, like the two other rooms she had been through, that this 'maze' was going to have something loaded up inside of it to make it a nightmare to go through. Still, seeing as how her choices were still slim to none, Barbara was left to do nothing but huff and crawl her way forward.

Making her way through it was a struggle. It was clear that whoever had built this tube hadn't intended for anyone of Barbara's size to crawl through it, let alone someone of her age, and yet here she was, a champion of Gotham City, reduced to nothing but a cum covered, rim job-giving mess. She tried not to let it get to her. But as the honestly humid and slippery tunnel seemed to just go on and on, Barbara had an increasingly difficult keeping some semblance of control of herself.

"Just imagine Harley's face when you have your hands wrapped around her neck." Barbara thinks to herself reassuringly. A thought that, like many others, she's had ever since this nightmare began, seemed to be more likely to belong to someone like Jason, but at that moment, they really fit in how she was feeling as she felt her already strained body ache from the continued climbing through the cramped and narrow inflatable tunnel.

Eventually, though, with a resounding pop, Barbara came out the other side to a small room designed to look like some sort of therapy office, with nothing that really seemed to remind the vigilante of anything important until she took notice of the mannequin sitting at the therapist's chair. It was designed perfectly to look like Harley, well, before Harley became Harley, back when she was simply Harleen Quinzel. A simple doctor from Arkham with good intentions twisted by the machinations of the Joker. However, instead of being the design of the antique where the subject was supposed to be sitting, it was just some female figure wearing an old Arkham uniform.

"Oh, I remember the days." Harley remarks, causing Barbara to jump as she turns to look up and sees another speaker camera on the ceiling looking down at her. "Back in the day, when ol' crazy Harley was Harleen Quinzel. A proud doctor with a PHD and a prouder future ahead of her. Y'know, after I supposedly went coo-coo and was admitted to my workplace as a resident rather than an employee, I saw, on one of the TVs, the orderlies let us watch a news report about me! And on it, they described me as having been some sweet and innocent girl with no issues whatsoever until she met that evil clown and became one herself. All important facts, for the most part. Although...." Harley trails off before the lights in the room suddenly go off, plunging Barbara back into complete total darkness.

"That didn't mean I didn't have any secrets of my own!" Harley yells before the lights suddenly flick on, with the scene before Barbara having somehow changed at that moment from a therapist's office to what looked like some sort of college dorm room. But the centerpiece of it all, something that caused a pang of nebulous nervousness to pass through Barbara, was what she saw on a nearby couch. On it was the depiction of another two mannequins, with one looking like a young Harleen Quinzel while the other looked like some sort of young woman the same age as Harley at the time. But instead of doing anything usual, the Harleen mannequin was holding the other woman's mannequin face down on the couch while Harleen had her thick cock pressed down into the other mannequin's cunt. 

"Yeah, young little Harleen Quinzel had herself a secret! Growing up, she was such an isolated little girl, nobody to play with her, nobody to love. And that left her longing, longing so much until one day.... In college, her roommate came home plastered drunk, and Harleen, well, she just couldn't take it anymore. So she took the chance to rid herself of that pesky virginity that she had. Although, as I'm sure you can see, that didn't exactly lead to perfect results. But afterward, Harleen found herself going to party after party, little candies in hand and bringing home any let sweet snatch that she fancied." Harley explains, completely destroying Barbara's original interpretation of the villainess. She thought that she was just some lackey, some idiot following around the Joker no matter what he did to her. However, now, it became rather obvious that the two were meant for each other.

And sure enough, as the lights in the room suddenly flicked off and then flicked back on, Barbara was greeted by the sight of a mannequin, Harley and Joker, standing hand in hand as they looked over a fake scene of destruction, with the mannequin bodies of the bat family lying across the ground. All except herself, Cassie, and Steph.

"That's when I met him! Y'know, some people thought Mr. J and I were some sort of romantic couple. But that couldn't be further from the truth! We were partners, more than anything else, partners in crime, partners in murder, partners in...." Harley's voice trails off as the room suddenly goes dark again before the lights come back on, revealing a new scene of what looks like countless mannequins made to look like naked women lined up in a straight line while other mannequins dressed to look like usual thugs stood by with guns, leading them forward. It was then, though, that Harley finished her sentence. "Other things. However...."

The lights flick off again before turning back on, revealing a mannequin of Harley Quinn standing next to none other than mannequin Talia Al' Ghul. "That led to Mama making quite the interesting friends." Harley giggles. "Friends who opened the door for me to meet new friends...." The lights go off again. "Just like me!" The lights flick on, revealing three new tunnel entryways, catching Barbara off guard before her attention is suddenly turned toward the tunnel she just crawled through as the sounds of countless bodies crawling their way toward her sounded out throughout the small room she was in.

"Better get running, batbitch; all my new friends are coming for you, and let me tell ya', THEY ARE HORNY!" Harley announces, with Barbara more than getting the deal at that point, as in her current state, the vigilante knew she was in no condition to fight off any of Harley's friends from doing whatever they wanted to her. Which only proceeded to raise the stakes even higher as she quickly turned and chose one of the simple tunnels at random, diving her way inside in the vain hopes that this would only lead her closer to the exit of the maze and further away from her current followers.

Crawling her way through, Barbara tried to still her mind. She was scared. That much was obvious. Not that it was a bad thing or anything. In fact, one of the first things Bruce taught her was that if she couldn't help being scared, then she should use that fear to help push herself. And at the threat of being raped at an endless gaggle of clown girls, that was more than enough to motivate her to keep going. Even as the tunnel itself began to distort, whether it'd be beginning to slowly turn or strange phallic-like shapes making their way through the inflatable surface, either way, they didn't make the crawl any easier as her muscles screamed out in pain. And yet, she didn't stop, not even for a second, as she almost propelled herself toward the other side of the tunnel she was in, with her even going so far as to pop her head out at the other end and find herself at another junction of three new tunnels.

"Gonna fuck you, Batbitch!"

"Gonna fuck you real good!"

"Wanna have some fun?"

"God, look at how tight that ass is!"

Barbara spun on her heel as she turned to look back at the tunnel she had just come out from as she heard her close-behind followers gain more ground on her. Damn it! She really couldn't be careful about this, could she?

Turning back around, Barbara huffed before propelling herself through one of the tunnels, and sure enough, another crawl was ahead of her. Something which would've caused her to scream in exertion if it wasn't for the pure survival instinct pumping through her veins. She had to get through this, she had to, whether she wanted to stop and fight or not. If there was one thing she always criticized the others for whenever she was Oracle, it was the fact that they didn't seemingly know how to pick their fights properly. Either way, Barbara figured that it'd be important to practice what she had preached in the past.

But the more she kept at it, the less things started to make sense. Her mind felt like it was trapped in some sort of maze in itself, kinda like she was in now. This only seemed to be confirmed as she heard voices nip at the back of her mind, which only mixed with the other voices that were following up right behind her.

"Can't do this."

"Just give up, Barbara."

"Gonna fuck that little ass!"

"C'mon! Fucking grab her already!"

"It's hopeless!"

"What are you doing this for?"

"Just give up."

Barbara tried not to listen, but that was nearly impossible until she soon realized that she was screaming herself. She didn't know when she started. All she knew was the desperate nightmare she was crawling through as she came out the other side of the tunnel she was in, only to find herself falling into some sort of water tank.

Looking at the glass walls around her, she saw countless forms of Harley, either laughing at her, stroking their massive cocks off, or throwing a veritable endless slurry of insults and mocking gestures at her before the lights in the tank began to suddenly flicker, confusing her before she managed to steady herself at least somewhat as she then looked down at the bottom of the tank and noticed how it continued down.

Seeing as how she had a limited amount of oxygen in her lungs to work with, Barbara saw no other choice than to dive downward and continue to swim. Not before making sure to smash her fist into the glass surface of the tank, only to find it to be, sure enough, shatterproof.

She didn't want to know how this was all even happening. It shouldn't. When she first got there, the funhouse was just a simple funhouse. Far from being capable of holding something like this. A literal underwater maze that she eagerly tried to swim through as fast as she could. And to make matters even worse, she even began to see what looked like female humanoid figures swimming through the water right alongside her.

They almost looked like Croc, but not. Their skin. It was far too smooth and clean to match up with the diabolical crime boss and enforcer. However, what drew Barbara's attention the most was the fact each of the underwater women had cocks, thick and large, with a pair of juicy balls to match because, of fucking course, they had things like those. That just seemed to be the theme of this entire place, long dicked and big-balled women. But Barbara, she couldn't focus on that, already she could feel her lungs begin to burn with that inherit need for air even though she didn't even know how much farther this maze would continue on.

She just had to stop and occasionally dodge out of the way of one of the crocodile women as they dived toward her, claws outstretched, ready to grab rather than slice. Something that Barbara herself would've been more grateful for if she didn't already know what they intended to do instead.

Nevertheless, however, Barbara kept making her way through the underwater tunnel maze. And if she didn't get water soon, she doubted she'd be able to see this all through. Luckily, however, as she swam as fast as she possibly could, she noticed something in the distance, a place to surface! Just the thing she was looking for, and good timing, too, if the group of angry-looking lizard women was anything to go by as they sped up behind her. Their powerful muscled hands occasionally gripping at Barbara's naked form and squeezing at her breasts and ass, something she simply returns with via a series of devastating kicks and punches that sends them whirling away. Still, however, that wouldn't keep them away for as long as she had hoped. In the end, she tried to stay focused and propel herself forward as quickly as she possibly could.

And just as she came to the spot, she grabbed the edges of it and proceeded to use most if not all of her strength to throw herself up and out of the water, something that seemed to work as she fell down face first into a familiar inflatable surface. But as she looked back at the spot she had just come out of, Barbara noticed that it wasn't even there. In fact, she wasn't even wet, at least with water, something she should've been after swimming through all of that.

"There! I think I see her!"

"Get that cunt!"

The shouts of female voices coming through the tunnel behind Barbara soon turn her attention away from the confusion as she remembers the task at hand. Even though she had just swum through an entire underwater labyrinth, she still had to get through this maze. And just like before, Barbara picked one of the tunnels at random once again and began crawling down it urgently, especially as she heard what sounded like countless bodies filling the room she was just in.

"She went down this way! Come on!"

A voice shouts out behind her, making Barbara crawl even faster, even as her skin begins to feel rough, raw, and burned as she scrambles across the inflated rubber surface. She'd have to focus on that later, though, as the main point in mind was for her to get away as fast as she could. But as she continued to go, going at a fairly quick pace, she could already feel the goons behind her, already nipping at her heels. One of them even went so far as to grab hold of her ankle before Barbara responded by rearing back a foot and delivering it directly into the face of the person who caught her.

"Gah! Gonna pay for that with your cunt, you little bitch!" She hears an angry voice call out behind her, causing Barbara to feel some semblance of satisfaction after the nightmare of a night she was still currently trapped in. If anything were to go wrong at this point, at the very least, she'd have something like that left to work with under her belt.

Still, that did little to change the fact that she was crawling through complete and total darkness. Body covered in sweat and drying smears of paint and cum along with who knows what other fluids, and she didn't even come close to finding the exit to this maze. Something she'd have to do sooner rather than later if she didn't want to end up in the hands of the goons behind her.

"Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on...." Barbara pants to herself as she comes to another junction, her body seemingly at its limits at how much it could take. And like always, the vigialnte didn't take long in making her choice as she simply threw herself down one of the tunnels while Harley's gang of clown girl's followed up closely behind her. However, being inside the tunnel she was in now, peering at the other side of the tunnel, she noticed something: instead of a tunnel, there seemed to be a door, the exit! She finally found it!

However, as she threw herself forward as fast as she could, she noticed how the end of the tunnel began to slowly close, almost like it was sealing up. "No! No! No! No!" Barbara shouted, desperate to escape as she tried to move herself even faster, making herself even more tired in the process as Harley's gang got closer and closer to her.

"Don't think I was gonna let it be THAT easy batbitch!" Harley's voice calls out from the tunnel before she falls into another set of laughter, motivating Barbara with even more rage than she had for the villainess. She'd make her pay for this dearly; with every inch of pain she gave her that night, Barbara would return the favor tenfold; that much was certain as she got closer and closer while, at the same time, the exit continued to close even tighter and tighter. If she was going to be doing this, it was going to be a rough escape, but deep down, Barbara knew that she could do it.

"Come ooooooooon!" Barbara screams as she throws herself forward one last time, finally emerging out the other side of the tunnel; however, before she can fully escape, the tunnel suddenly closes around her waist, keeping her in place. "What?! No!" Barbara screams as she feels a feminine body barrel up against her own, nearly dislodging her from the wall in the process.

"There! I fucking got her!"

"Quick, get out of the way!"

"No way! I want my turn!"

"Nah bitch, if anyone is gonna give this bitch a blasting, then it's gonna be me!"

The voices of countless women mix together as Barbara tries to escape, kicking her legs around while she uses her free arms to push herself free.

"Fucking Hell!"

"Grab her!"

"Don't let her out, damn it!"

"It's too damn tight in here!"

As she continued to fight, Barbara felt hands grip her bare legs and slowly but surely spread them open before she felt someone finally lay across her and press the head of what felt like a massive cock up against the entrance to her pussy.

"NO!" Barbara screams as she tries harder than she had ever before to get herself free. But given the fact that she was currently being pulled back while she was also trying to pull herself forward, she was almost trapped in a standstill. At the same time, the lucky woman in question slowly applied more pressure to the entrance of her cunt, splitting her folds as her member slowly spilled forward and further inside of her. 

"Agh, fuck, yes!" A female voice groans out behind her as they finally get the head inside of her, obviously enjoying herself as she doesn't take long to gain more room inside of Barbara's cunny. An almost indescribable feeling for Barbara, given how much her body had been through. Something she well and truly wanted to fight against but couldn't.

In front of her, the door was right there. And taped onto it was the third and penultimate key she needed. It was almost mocking her in a sense, which it probably was given that it was Harley's decision to put all of this together to torture her. Still, that didn't feel any better as Barbara felt her nerve endings stand on edge as the cock currently inside quickly pummeled its way into a fast and steady rhythm.

"FFUUUUUCK!" Barbara shouts as tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She was getting fucked by one of Harley's goons. Well and truly. A part of her expected that Harley herself was aiming the night to come to something like this, which made the pain of what was already happening sting all the worse for it as the vigilante's body began to lurch back and forth with each and every one of the thrusts delt into it by the clown goon mounting her from behind. 

"All that fucking build-up.... Seeing this, ngh, ass run through this place, and now I get to finally stick my fucking claim into it!" The clown girl fucking Barbara on the other side of the wall groans. "Ugh, fucking shake it!" She groans as she rears back a hand a delivers it down across the vigilante's ass, causing the vigilante in question to cry out while her ass itself rippled. At the same time, leaving behind a thick red handprint that stung horribly. Humiliating Barbara in a way that she didn't even think was possible if all of these events were put together for one utterly horrible experience.

"Gah! Gonna.... Fuck!" The girl groans, her speed reaching some sort of peak, giving Barbara the hope that she might be close to finishing. Which in turn, would give her another and better chance of escape. Although, as she continued to feel as her insides her rocked and fucked, before the woman inside of her suddenly surged her hips forward one last time, Barbara was agast to feel as the criminal began to cum inside her, filling her cunt full with hot juicy blasts of cum.

"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo...." Barbara at first screams before it falls down into a weak little whimper. She didn't want to have some random goon's baby. And while the thought of that was something that would be permanently scarred in her mind for the rest of her life to come, especially as the goon behind her continued to grind and hump her hips up against her, Barbara still took the chance in trying to use the momentum being pounded into her to push herself further through the exit.

"Oh, God. Just keep going... Just a little more...." Barbara thinks to herself as she slowly feels herself gaining more and more ground in getting herself free. In all seriousness, she might actually be able to do this. She just had to fucking work for it. And that she did as she slowly made her legs go limp, tricking some of the women behind her who were holding to slowly loosen their grasp at least somewhat. Giving the vigilante a good enough chance to finally propel herself forward and free herself from the wall, to which she lands squarely on her back.

"No!"

"Fuck!"

"We had her!"

"Damn it!"

The voices of the disappointed henchwomen on the other side of the wall ring out as Barbara looks and sees how the sealed-up hole prevented them from following up behind her. Something that made her more than happy as she was more than content to simply just lay back and look up at the ceiling above her.

"Not bad, batbitch." Harley remarks, sounding genuinely impressed. "I doubt any of the other bat-broads in training would've been able to be as half as good as you were. Maybe we'll just have to see." Harley says, sparking some deep primal rage that had built up inside Barbara the moment this all really kicked into gear.

"Harley, if you even come close to touching a single hair on either of their heads. I will kill you." Barbara simply warns, nothing else besides a plain and simple warning. She knew that how she talked would be frowned upon, but she also figured that she earned herself more than a little bit of a break after going through everything that she had been through up until that point.

"I'd like to see you try." Harley chirps back, more than willing to take Barbara up on her offer. But the vigilante in question had other things on her mind as she sat up and tried to brush herself off, that's when she felt it. Something hot and gooey streaming down her leg. Turning to look down, she saw the woman's cum oozing out from her pussy. A sight that nearly caused her to break down right then and there. But before she could, she steeled herself once again. A process that was becoming increasingly difficult as her time within the fun house continued to wind on. Just one more door, and she could finally see this thing through to the end.

And thus, without wasting any more time than she already believed that she did, Barbara took the key and made her way through the door in front of her, which then led to another room with some kind of trap door on its floor. Carefully, she kneeled down and opened it, already expecting some sort of trap to be on the other side. However, as a much-needed reprieve, she saw that it only led back down to the main hallway, a place that she felt safe enough to hop directly down to and then proceed to ready herself as her gaze, focus, and determination lay squarely on the last door in before her. This was it. The final challenge Harley Quinn had in store for her. And judging from the fact that she went through Hell and back to get to this point with all the other doors, a part of her shuttered to think about what other challenge might be in store for her. But she didn't let that stop her.

Reaching out, Barbara grabbed the door handle, twisted it, and opened it to a sight that nearly left her utterly and completely dumbfounded.

In front of her, wearing nothing but lingerie and a rose held between her teeth on a bed, sat none other than Harley Quinn. The soft sound of jazz rang out throughout the room as Barbara stepped inside, completely taken aback and confused by this turn of events as she turned to look around. Out of all things, she really wasn't expecting something like this.

"Hiya, Hotstuff.~" Harley charms, a seductive look on her face as she lays splayed out on the bed. "You ready for some fu- OH WAIT!"

In a mere instant, Barbara was already across the room, throttling the villainess by the throat and holding her down on the bed. "After everything that you put me through. The games, the rape, the horror, you really thought it was a smart idea to try something like this?" Barbara asks, voice laced with nothing but hate as she gazes dagger down at Harley, who struggles with the tight grip currently being had around her throat. At the same time, though, the villainess takes the time to grab the rose from her mouth and stick the vigilante with it. Caused a minor amount of pain, but far from enough to stop Barbara from what she intended to do.

"I-If you k-kill me...." Harley strains. "Think about.... Who else dies...." Harley rasps, her white face slowly turning pink and then purple as she reminds Barbara of the reason why she was going through all of this in the first place. And so, even though she didn't want to with all her life, slowly, she eased her grip on the villainess' neck, letting her breathe.

"There we go. Wouldn't want you losing your cool when your just at the finish line, now would you?" Harley remarks, straightening herself out while below, her massive bludge in her panties seemed fit and ready to burst through her undergarments.

"What, Harley?" Barbara asks, still leaning over Harley's now less nervous frame. At the same time, though, she couldn't help but feel slightly.... Hot for some reason. Something that she couldn't exactly put her finger on as she felt small waves of heat pass through her and lead to her becoming more and more hot by the second.

"What?" Harley responds, looking slightly confused by what Barbara meant, even though Barbara knew full well that she knew what she was referring to.

"Harley!" Barbara shouts, cutting directly to the chase of what she wants as Harley herself slightly jumps in place at the vigilante's outburst.

"Alright, alright. Calm your tits. By the way, how do they even feel at this point after your ride on the y'know, bull?" Harley asks, with Barbara responding back to her with nothing but an angry glare that more than got her point across of what she wanted to know.

"Ok, ok. Look, I know this night hasn't exactly been the easiest for you. Neither for me either. I mean, do you even know how long it took to put all of this together? First, finding a place like this to hold all of my special little games for you, then having gather up enough girls who just so happened to be sporting the same kind of member as myself," Harley asks. "Anywho, well, I figured to tie this little night of ours together, we should do something a little special...." Just then, all the walls around her suddenly lift, revealing a sort of mock chapel stacked with the brim with Harley's clown girl goons dressed in usual wedding attire.

"Like get married!" Harley announces proudly while Barbara is left to only look around confused. "Here, let's get you nice and cleaned up." Harley goes on to say before gesturing over toward a pair of clown girls holding what looked like a fire hose, sending off an immediate signal of alarm for Barbara.

"W-Wait, H-Harley, no—" Before Barbara can even finish her pleading, she's suddenly blasted back into a nearby wall as the two clown girls begin to lay into her. All the while, Harley watches from the side, eating from a bag of popcorn.

"Yeah, make sure to get all of that shit off her. Wanna make her nice and pretty for the ceremony." Harley shouts over the blasting of the water while Barbara herself tries to hold on for dear life. Her grip slipping multiple times as she tries to slowly claw her way forward, only for the water to win out in the end and send her back hurdling. But sure enough, just like Harley wanted, all of the sweat, paint, cum, and other fluids are washed away, leaving her completely soaked and covered by the absolute bare minimum.

Although as Harley gets a good look at her, she notices some stray bits of cum still oozing out from Barbara's pussy. "Hey! Can we get a smaller hose over here?" Harley calls out as another clown girl comes running over with a hose which then proceeds to spread Barbara's legs while she's down on the ground and get the hose aimed directly into the vigilante's pussy.

"Oh, don't you fucking DAAAAAAAAAAARRRREEEE!!!!" Barbara suddenly screams as her pussy is roughly washed out with the hose. It was an instructing experience as she tried to fight it, only to find that most, if not all, of her strength seemed to be sapped from her. Leaves her open to be manhandled by another clown girl who grabs her head, holds it back, and proceeds to pour an entire bottle of mouthwash into her mouth, causing the vigilante to sputter and gag as her mouth is completely cleaned of any fluids in there before the clown girl with the smaller hose takes the chance to then wash out her mouth and just make sure that her face was clean of any messes that may or may not have been splattered across it.

"Yeah, don't wanna be kissin' that mouth after knowin' where it's been." Harley remarks sheepishly as another two clown girls quickly grab a slumped-down Barbara by her arms, holding her up for Harley to take a good look at as she walks over. "Right, then. Let's get her dressed so that we can get our special day started!" Harley announces before clapping her hands, signaling to the two clown girls holding her up to quickly begin dragging her away through various winding halls as the sounds of screaming and crying echo throughout Barbara's ears, disorienting her more than she already was as she looked around.

Through various doors, she could see multiple women forced to dress up like superheroes from across the world before they were then fucked into another dimension by long-cocked women. Wonder Woman, Supergirl, fuck, she even saw some poor girl dressed up like Cassie while she was being drilled down on a bed by a bronzed-skinned woman with pulsing green veins going across her body. Her flexing, muscled body was covered in sweat as she railed down thrust after thrust into the screaming smaller woman beneath her.

It was all like some sort of nightmare. It had to have been. All of this couldn't be real. Could it? The underwater maze, everything, none of it was actually happening. Maybe she was under some sort of trance by Scarecrow or the Madhatter, and she was just stuck in her mind. A much more desirable reality than the one she found herself in now. Even if it meant that in her delusional state, she'd somehow come up with something like this.

However, as she was thrown head first through a door into a big empty room filled with a simple mirror and a wedding dress, it all seemed real enough as the two clown girls who were dragging her along quickly picked Barbara up like she was some sort of ragdoll and began drying her down with a pair of towels after she was hosed inside and out.

"There we go, there we go. Got to get you all nice and clean for the boss lady." One of the ladies chimes as she roughly rubs a towel across Barbara's skin while the other one grabs a hairdryer and goes to town on her hair.

"Special day, special day!" The woman working on her hair chimes, probably high off her mind on who knows what kinds of drugs as she dolled up Barbara's hair, only stopping momentarily as the pair of women go over and grab the wedding dress off from the stand and bring it over to Barbara.

"N-No.... No!" Barbara says loosely, her head feeling like it was spilling. And yet she was fully aware of what was happening to her as she was roughly tucked inside the dress. Its smaller size also allows Barbara's more curvaceous assets to show off as the two clown girls get back to work painting her face full with makeup.

"There we go. Such a pretty girl for the boss lady...." One of the clown girls giggles maniacally before the sound of wedding bells ringing through the room they were in suddenly cuts her off. "Here, it's time to take her back to the ceremony." She goes on to say before she and the other clown girl hoist Barbara up to her feet and begin forcing her to walk all the way back from whence she came, passing by all the same sounds, smells, and sights of sex that left Barbara's head spinning, at the same time also causing that same heat that was building up inside of her to increase in temperature ten fold before she and the two clown girls finally came to a large pair of double doors.

"Y-You don't have to do this...." Barbara mutters, turning to the two women on either side of her. But neither of them seemed to pay her any mind as the song, Here Comes the Bride, could suddenly be heard from the other side of the double doors before they soon opened, revealing the same chapel Barbara had seen earlier, only this time filled up with more women. The women sitting on the right side of the aisles dressed up like Harley's usual clown girl posse, albeit more fancy-like and in wedding garb. At the same time, on the left, what could only be described as women dressed up in mock porn parody costumes of Barbara's superhero friends could be seen. 

But at the end of it all, standing at the altar was a faux female clown priest but, more importantly, Harley, who was wearing the same lingerie she was wearing earlier, but this time, she was also wearing a clip-on tie.

Her expression, a look of pure excitement and joy, lit up like a light once she saw Barbara as she was dragged along up to the altar. To make matters even worse, tears of happiness seemed to also prick at the corners of the villianess' eyes, like this was all an actual genuine wedding. Something that Barbara herself was still having trouble comprehending as she made her way up to stand by her new bride, to which, once she was ready, the priestess soon began.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cut to the chase already." Harley hurries the woman along, with the priestess looking slightly taken off guard before clearing her throat and she gets to the main point that Harley herself was looking forward to while Barbara herself was dreading it.

"You may now kiss the bride." The priestess announces, to which Harley then suddenly reaches out and grabs hold of Barbara's head and slams her mouth over hers. Instantly, Barbara grimaced as she felt the villainess's tongue soon begin to explore her's, going across her gums and curling around tounge while Harley herself moaned loudly into Barbara's mouth, disgusting the vigilante as she continued struggling to fight, but the effects of whatever was happening to her still left her completely helpless and at the whim of the villainess as she continued to swap spit with her.

"MMMlmlmmm!" Barbara moans into Harley's mouth as she feels her hands reach down and grab handfuls of her tight and tender ass meat, disgusting her even further than she already was as the molestation just seemed to go on and on, with Harley herself never tiring for a single second as she made good work in grabbing as much as she could of Barbara's body.

But once she was done, Harley finally pulled her lips away from Barbara's, leaving behind a strand of saliva that still connected their lips together. "Wooooweeee! What a kisser!" Harley guffaws before hooking one of her arms around Barbara's waist and pulling her close up against herself. "Now then, let's get this wedding fucking started!" Harley calls out to her gang, causing them to roar in applause.

From there, it went as much as anyone would expect when it comes to a wedding: they laughed, shared memories, danced, ate cake, everything that would usually happen; the newly found couple did, at least, Harley did. Barbara was forced along with the ride as Harley treated her like a trophy, showing her off to everyone who could see her party. That is until things began finally wind down.

Harley was up on a stage, holding a mic to her lips as she talked aimlessly while Barbara was placed in some chair to the side. "Y'know, you girls are the best gang a gal like me could ask for." Harley admits, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes before she quickly wipes them away. "Puttin' this whole thing together, helpin' me bag a bitch as bad as her," Harley gestured over toward Barbara. "I really just wanna say thank you." Harley thanked her gang once again, causing them to cheer, clap, shed tears of joy, whatever. What really mattered was what happened afterward as Harley stepped down from the stage she was on and walked over toward Barbara. "But now, I think it's time we got to the moment we were all waiting for." Harley says as suddenly, a group of her goons rolls out of the bed. "The honeymoon!" Harley shouts as her gaggle of clown girls cheers loudly, while Barbara is left utterly helpless as Harley grabs her by the arm and throws her over the bed.

Trying to get back up, Barbara's only greeted by Harley, who climbs atop her, tears open her wedding dress, and begins layering kiss after kiss across her body, leaving behind thick red lipstick marks as they were slowly traced from her lips down to her chest, past her stomach, and to in between her legs. And worst of all, as Harley's gang got seats around the table to watch the show go down between the villainess and the hero, it felt pretty good. Something that should've revolted Barbara but only seemed to feel pleasurable as she let out slow, low moans and murmurs from her lips as Harley kissed her like a close, intimate lover.

Eventually, though, pulling back, Harley grabbed hold of Barbara's face with one of her hands, digging her thumb into her mouth at the same time as she brought both of their faces close together until they were mere inches away from each other. "You see, batbitch? Don't you feel it? All this time, all this.... TENSION! And now we're finally able to act on it." Harley says, her words almost having a hypnotic effect on Barbara's brain as she gazes into Harley's crazed-looking eyes. And for some reason, they made sense. Barbara couldn't really put her finger on it, but the way Harley talked about it, it all made sense even though, for all intents and purposes, when in reality, it really shouldn't have.

"You feel it, right?" Harley asks. "The love! The hot, sticky love between the two of us that nobody would ever be able to come in between." Harley goes on, causing Barbara's already-on-fire-feeling body to heat up even more as her cheeks grow a deeper shade of red the more Harley holds her close, face to face. "Tell you feel it! TELL ME!" Harley practically screams, and slowly but surely, Barbara begins to nod her head in response while murmuring out the affirmations the crazed clown girl was looking for, mostly just out of survival more than anything else. However, those same feelings were still there, that same feeling of love that left Barbara completely at the mercy of Harley and whatever she had planned for her.

"Great!" Harley shouts before her gaze travels down to Barbara's exposed chest, the sight of her heaving breasts causing the villainess to lick her lips as she looks at them. "Now then, I don't think you'll mind if I...." Harley's words trail off before she then descends her head and begins lip-smacking across the vigilante's tits. Causing more feelings of pleasure to shoot through Barbara's frame as she moaned loudly and felt Harley's teeth softly chew on the tips of her nipples.

"Yeah, baby, let it all out. Tell me how much you love it! And guess what? It's about to get a whole lot better!" Harley says before she reaches down and begins to hike up Barbara's wedding dress, exposing her crotch to the cool air of the room while Harley herself freed her pale white member from the confines of her lacy panties. Catching small glimpses of it and knowing full well what Harley intended on doing with it left Barbara stuck in a mixture of fear and utter excitement as she felt its bulbous head press into the eager confines of her pussy lips, making more moans fly out from the vigilante's lips than she would've cared to admit, causing Harley to chuckle slightly as she lined herself up before she turned to look deeply into Barbara's cowl covered eyes.

"What? Think I'm gonna go in there after all it's been through?" Harley asks, confusing Barbara if only for a moment until she realizes what the villainess ACTUALLY intended on doing. But before she could do anything, it was too late as Harley suddenly reared her hips back and proceeded to plunge the entirety of her member deep inside the confines of Barbara's ass, filling her all the way up until their hips met together in a meaty smack that sounded off alongside a meaty clap as Harley's thick, cum filled balls smacked up against Barbara as well.

"Fuuuuuck!" Barbara wails loudly, her cries filling up the entire room as Harley ruthlessly brings her hips down against hers. Gasps of pleasure mixed with pain were the only thing that managed to find their way out from the vigilante's lips alongside her usual moans and cries, something that Harley herself took in great stride, with it even going so far as to motivate her to pound her cock even further into her nemesis' ass, reaming it out in the process to new sizes that didn't even seem possible.

"Yeah, you like that, honey? Like it when I fuck your cute little shit-chute?" Harley rasped deeply into Barbara's ear before beginning to softly nibble on her earlobe as she was rocked back and forth across the bed. "Always love fuckin' sluts up the ass. Always takes em' off guard when they feel how big I am. Cause that's what you are, right? A fuckin' slut! Say it, say that you're a fuckin' slut!" Harley commands as she continues to wail down her hips up against Barbara's, causing untold damage to the vigilante's sphincter.

But to actually do what she wanted in this regard and degrade herself even further than she already was was crossing way too many lines for her. But as the hot and heavy pleasure from Harley's cock continued to fill her ass full, it seemed she wouldn't really be able to stop herself as the words slowly made their way from forming inside Barbara's mind to the point that they were banging at the exit to her lips, only to finally come out once Harley shouts, "Say it!" One last time.

"I-I'm a slut." Barbara moans wildly, her body covered in a thick layer of sweat which then mixes with Harley's as the villainess almost drools over her prone form with every thrust she lays into it, and after she said what she did, it was only a matter of means until she'd throw herself even harder up against Barbara, sending her massive cock even deeper into the confines of her asshole while her thick pair of balls continued to slap against her.

"Louder! I wanna hear you scream it!" Harley commands, dominating in every approach about her as she brutally continued to anally rape Barbara's rear raw, leaving it an utter mess while below, Barbara's cunt was nearly a fountain of fluids that spilled down onto the bed beneath the both of them

"I'm a slut!" Barbara shouts, internally cringing at the words as they were forced free from her mouth, feeling like they were almost liberating in the sense that she has finally admitted it. It was strange, a feeling of conflict between absolute pleasure and utter humiliation, something that Barbara herself had trouble grasping a good hand on given her current state of loose-mindedness.

"Holy shit! She fuckin' said it!"

"Told ya the boss would make her do it!"

"Yeah! Keep fuckin' her Harley!"

"Fuck that bitch!

"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"

The words of encouragement from Harley's gang spread throughout the room as they watched along to the show and stroked their massive members. Their words seemingly motivating Harley even further to punish Barbara for all that she was possibly worth in absolutely demolishing what was even left of her asshole. All the while, Barbara herself felt like she was getting closer and closer to cumming, a terrifying thought for the vigilante to think as the thought that Harley was going to make her cum just by fucking her ass really and truly dawned on her.

"Fuck, batbitch! Here it fucking cuuuuuums!" Harley screams as she, of course, makes a pun out of it as her hips reign down one last time up against Barbara's rear before her balls twitch, and then her cock begins to unload thick gooey blasts of her clown spunk deep into the bowls of Barbara Gordon, making the woman in turn scream as she finally has enough herself and cums.

"FUUUUUUCK!" Barbara screams as her pussy squirts out a veritable fountain of fluids that spills out across Harley's crotch, covering it completely. At the same time, Harley herself continued to firmly grind her body down against Barbara's, making sure that she was filling her up completely with her spunk, all the while moaning with that same obnoxious voice of her's that would only serve to haunt Barbara's dreams going forward in her life, even IF she could go forward after a horrifying experience like this.

Eventually, though, the flow of fluids ends, and Harley begins to slowly extract herself free from Barbara's ass. "Phew! Not a bad fuck, bat brat." Harley remarks as she steps off the bed to the side, not before rearing back a hand a delivering a slap hard against Barbara's ass that leaves behind a thick red hand mark, causing Barbara to scream one last time, much to the amusement of the clown girls around her in the room.

"Alrighty then girls, get your asses over here and cover this bitch!" Harley calls out, confusing Barbara if only for a moment as she watches as the clown girls who were watching the show begin to approach her on all sides, cocks out and ready before they start to shoot out hot streams of liquid that proceed to cover the entirety of her body, fully pushing her mind over that final edge before they all begin to file out alongside Harley who stops to turn back toward Barbara still lying on the bed. "Here, think you'll be needing this." Harley remarks before tossing the final key piece onto Barbara's panting, heaving chest. "Toodles!" Harley then says before dipping out from the room, leaving Barbara all on her lonesome to slowly rise to her feet and make her way out of the room to the door that would hopefully be the exit.

It was only then, though, as she made her way over, that she realized what was making her feel this way. The rose. The rose Harley stuck her with when she pounced on her for the first time. Barbara wanted to curse herself but she by no means had any energy left inside herself to do so. She still had to contend with saving the hostage Harley had captive. Something that seemed almost impossible given her current state, but still something that Barbara knew she had to do as she walked over to the final door, pulled out all four keys, and then, using them, proceeded to unlock the door, letting out a sudden bright light that seems to overtake Barbara's vision before everything suddenly goes dark.

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"No.... Stop.... I.... Why...." Batgirl mumbled to herself loosely as she lay across the ground. Her body, which was once refined and perfect in almost every way, was now covered in a mixture of sweat and cum; all the while, Harley and her goons cleaned up the area around her, not really paying all that much attention to someone who would usually be a threat to each and every one of them. However, while everyone goes about their business, one clown girl can't help herself but glance at the prone heroine, a look of concern laced on her expression as she watches from afar, unknowingly catching the eye of Harley herself as a result.

"Something wrong, recruit?" Harley asks, coming up behind the clown girl, who suddenly jumps at the voice of her boss.

"O-Oh, nothing. Just.... Uh...." The clown girl stammers over her words as she glances at Batgirl, looking slightly sheepish in the process, while Harley herself continues to look not worried in the least but eventually gets what her goon is referring to.

"Her?" Harley asks, pointing a thumb at the vigilante, with the goon nodding in response. "Oh, honey." Harley laughs, wrapping an arm around the clown girl before slowly leading her away. "You don't have to worry about her. She won't even know what happened by the time she wakes up. We do this every year, and she doesn't remember a thing." Harley explains as the clown girl looks shocked at her response.

"Every year?"

"Yep, every year." Harley chuckles before pointing a thumb over toward a nearby tv showing footage of the hostage they had, the one thing they were able to use to get Batgirl to go through half the stuff she put herself through that night. "The footage we used of the hostage was just of herself the first April fool's day I started this whole thing." Harley goes further on as the clown girl then watches the footage as the hood on the hostage is suddenly pulled up, revealing it to be none other than Batgirl herself.

"B-But.... H-How...." The clown girl is at a loss for words. When she first heard about the chance to dick down Batgirl, she didn't think much of it. Hell, she thought it was just a scam where some people would throw a bitch wearing a Batgirl outfit into a room, and she and whoever else could just go to town. But after tonight, she was just simply shocked at how well thought out everything from the littlest details to the bigger things. "Won't she remember what happened to her?" She finally manages to ask.

"Nah," Harley responds casually as she reaches down to pick up a flashlight. "Hattertech. Got it from the crazy bastard himself. Puts anyone into a trance where you can literally do whatever the Hell you want to them, and their mind will make up all the little details so it'll make sense to them on some form or level." Harley goes into great detail before tossing the flashlight to another one of her goons. "And by the time she wakes up, she'll be all patched up and pretty like nothing ever happened." Harley finishes saying before walking forward ahead of the clown girl, not before stopping to turn on her heel and point a pair of finger guns at her. "Stick around, rookie, 'cause there's gonna be a whole lot more pussy where that comes from."

From there, the clown girl was left to get back to work. The look of conflict that was obvious on her face to anyone who saw her slowly transformed into an expression of amused determination. And as she began looking for things to do to keep herself busy, she couldn't help but feel excited about next year's April first.

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Howdy Doody!~ And Happy April Fools!~ Been workin' on this one for a while now. So I hope you enjoyed it. Wanted to also fill in that gap of there not being all that many futa Harley Quinn stories. So I hope this helps satiate the tastes of people similar to me.

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