Harley’s Party

“Thanks for the gift, Mr. J! I’ll take care of little miss bat-brain for you!” Harley glowed as she watched the Joker upon the monitor. He was leaning out of the car, firing wildly as it swerved around a corner.

“Be sure that you do, sweet-ums! I can only keep the Bat entertained for so long!” He moved the phone into the car to watch one of his henchmen behind the wheel, who kept glancing over nervously. “It’s even harder with help like this!” The Joker held his revolver to the man’s head. “Go faster you numb-skull! He’s only chasing us with a tank!” His characteristic laugh was the last thing Harley heard as the call ended.

“He’s such a doll. He told me to throw you a party! Isn’t that thoughtful?”

Barbara Gordon struggled against the rope wound around her midsection. Joker’s thugs got a lucky hit in and had tied her to a short, heavy wooden table. She couldn’t come close to breaking it, she knew. Harley removed her mask, allowing her red hair to hang freely upon the ground. Barbara’s defiant green eyes watched the showy clown princess. “Barbara Gordon? Ha! Ain’t that a laugh!”

“You don’t have long. Robin is probably already watching us.”

Harley stepped behind the subdued heroine and yanked her tight-fitting boots and pants off. Barbara struggled fruitlessly. Her firm rump elevated as her face pressed against the wood. “Maybe your crush will enjoy the show then!” Harley’s dyed pigtails bounced as she shook her head. “Or maybe little Robin is off dealing with a cat burglar. Oh, wait, was I supposed to keep that secret? I can never tell who Selina is with these days.” She laughed.

“Oh, I’m just kiddin’! We both know Robin is just too goody-two-shoes for that kind of thing.” Harley grabbed a small ball from her pocket. “Now, about this party we’re having – I’ve got the perfect way to start!” She licked the ball and placed it between Barbara’s exposed cheeks. She grabbed her wooden baseball bat and wound up dramatically for the swing. She tapped it right on the spot, forcing the wet ball into Batgirl’s ass.

Barbara yelped and squirmed. The pain just subsided as Harley planted another semi-damp ball between her pliable ass-cheeks. She swung again, knocking a second ball into the helpless hero. “Little batsy having a hard time? Well, might as well try for three!” She put a third in place and turned the baseball bat, using the large end to force the sphere into the screaming woman.

Harley danced in front of a grunting Barbara. “You think that’s bad?” She spoke sweetly before angrily yelling the rest. “Wait until you get a load of this!” She pulled out a detonator switch and made a show of pressing the button. Barbara felt three sequential pops in her bowels. Her belly bulged in time with the blasts. Harley laughed manically as Barbara struggled, her belly now swollen outward. “You’ll be farting confetti for a month!”

The door slammed open. “Everything okay, boss?”
“Of course it is, you idiot!” Harley was about to berate the goon, instead she gave a thoughtful look to Batgirl. “Actually, you two got here just in time. I think she was getting lonely. You can’t have a party with just two.” The two thugs closed the door and stepped in, grinning from ear to ear. They both stared at the partially clothed, unmasked woman tied to a table.

“Take off your pants, you hornballs! You ain’t getting’ me, but you can imagine it as you plow her!”

Trotting to a nearby table, Harley pulled away a sheet to reveal a cake, a bowl of fizzy cola, and two wrapped presents. “Who wants some cake?” Harley held the confection in front of her victim. She grabbed a handful of the generic chocolate cake and stuffed it against Barbara’s closed mouth. “Eat up or I will get upset!” Harley forced a second handful mostly into her mouth this time.  “You can have your cake and eat it too!” She happily continued force-feeding the hero.

“No more.” Barbara managed to mumble in between bites.
“Aww, so humble. It’s okay, you’re kind of skinny.“ She grabbed the last big glob of cake and pushed it into Batgirl’s mouth.  “Isn’t that yummy?”

The goons stood behind her, naked from the waist down. They moved closer. “Not so fast, there are still presents to open!”  Harley grabbed a handful of napkins to clean the girl’s face. “Care for something to drink?” Barbara shook her head. “Oh well, your loss.” She opened the larger present. It was a large plastic syringe. “You know what this is, batsy?”

Harley proceeded to place the tip into the bowl of cola and drew the handle upward. “Looks like you’re going to get some pop after all!” Once it was full, she carried it over and wiggled the tip into her ass. Her victim kicked and struggled, but the henchmen easily held her legs apart. Barbara felt the end slip in and then a blast of ice-cold fluid poured into her rectum. “I bet you didn’t expect to get popped like this, eh bats?” Harley guffawed. She had one of her henchmen bring the bowl closer and set it behind her. “You were pretty hungry, so I’m sure you’ll want most of this to wash it down!” She shrugged. “Wash it up? I dunno how this is going to work.” She cackled.

Barbara felt another blast of chilly fluid go into her ass. She grumbled and struggled, but she was unable to break free. Another load pushed inside. Barbara’s belly audibly detested the unwelcome dose. The fourth hurt immensely as Harley forced it in. “Looks like she’s at her limit. There is so much left… Might as well go for one more drink!” Barbara wiggled her ass in a fruitless attempt to evade the enema. She screeched, begrudgingly accepting the liquid. Once the tip came free she involuntarily let some out. Batgirl whimpered as she fought to retain the rest.

“Aw, what a sight.” Harley allowed her to struggle for a short time before hitting one of the brutes on the shoulder. “Well, what are ya waiting for? Plug her up!”

One of the goons moved behind her and carefully placed the tip of his cock against her pinched asshole. He pressed in as the victim yelped and groaned. Halfway in, he paused. “Wait, what’s the other present, boss?”

“Good question!” Harley ripped open the tiny package to reveal a large, bulbous butt plug. “Looks like she had a plug after all… Oh well!” She came closer and bent down to look Barbara in the eyes. “How you doin’, party animal?”

“Go to hell, Harleen!”
“She’s got quite a mouth! I think you should plug that up!” The second goon moved in front of her and grabbed a tuft of her hair, enticing her to open her mouth and let him inside. The man behind her had been easing his way in slowly, and he was now balls deep.

Batgirl couldn’t imagine herself in such a predicament, huffing as the ruffian used his cock to seal her ass. He began a slow rhythm, allowing her backside to retain most of the fluid. The man in front pressed in without prompt. He slid past her tonsils quickly. She wretched and turned, sputtering and coughing. He jerked her hair and he started again, sliding his notably large, thick cock down her throat. She choked it down unwillingly. He moved carefully, which allowed her to accept it entirely.

Harleen made a showy gesture. “Look at that bulge! She’s taking every inch of it!”

The man behind her drew back and slammed his shaft up her filled ass. Barbara gagged on the cock in her mouth, unable to get away from the painful intruder in her backside.

“I ain’t gonna last long, boss.” The burly man spoke defeatedly.
“What do I care? Pop it in her ass, I’m sure she won’t mind, right bats?” She choked again in response. Harley crawled atop the victim and sat open legged upon her back. She spread Batgirl’s ass as the henchmen increased his speed. Barbara felt every inch sliding in her ass, stirring up the carbonated drink in her belly. The man who used her mouth increased pace as well. Harley glanced over her shoulder, smiling.

“You boys can just imagine that you’re railing me down here.” Harley leaned forward, lying upon the restrained heroine. She looked up to the man fucking Barbara’s ass as she held it open. “Just imagine that you’re slipping in and out of my tight little behind. Your hard cocks exploring my warm nooks and crannies.” Harley’s firm ass showing to the other man from beneath her contour hugging latex suit. He could see her skin-tight red and black leggings.

Both men weren’t holding back at this point. They slammed Barbara relentlessly until they both reached climax, one after the other. “There ya go! Fill the bat! Teach her a lesson!” Harley wiggled her behind atop the subdued girl. “Doesn’t that feel good, havin a bunch of spunk comin in from both directions?” She jumped up and spanked Barbara’s supple rump. The girl only managed a gargling noise as the goon’s cock still blocked her throat, forcing seed into her belly. “I think she likes it!”

Harley stepped aside and grabbed the butt plug from the table. “I guess we do need this after all!” She danced closer and shoved the henchman behind Barbara away. Harley quickly pressed a long object into her sticky butthole before following it with the pear shaped butt plug. The man in front slid his cock out and stepped away, leaving lines of drool and sperm to fall to the floor. She had no time to think about all of the man’s seed she had swallowed, as she felt a rumbling in her bowels. Sharp pains caused her to scream in agony, causing confusion as the men watched her. Her belly grew noticeably, swelling as it churned. “Make it stop!”

Harley laughed as she watched. “Afraid I can’t help now. Those candy mints make quite the reaction, don’t they? I put a whole package in you!” Batgirl clenched her teeth and struggled against her bonds. Harley stepped back, pleased with the display. “Fine, cut her loose. She can’t do much with that spare tire anyway!”

One man grabbed a knife from his vest and cut the rope. Barbara tumbled onto her back, her belly now allowed to grow freely upward. The tight latex of her suit was pushed up just beneath her breasts. Her distended belly appeared to be ready to pop, as her exposed lower half lay lifeless. Her pussy was wet with her own juices as she struggled to endure the pain.

Harleen put the flat of her shoe against the girl’s privates. Barbara moved weakly, attempting to stop her, failing to reach around her heavy belly. “I don’t want to kill you tonight, bats, I just want you to remember this lesson.” She pressed her foot harder. Batgirl let out a weak sigh as she gripped her stomach. The worst has passed, but I can’t quite reach her. Barbara tried to ignore the discomfort as the air in her belly searched for an escape. The reaction seemed to stop, and her belly was at its peak.

She groaned and feigned extra anguish to search the room. Her utility belt was a few feet away, but in her state she knew she wouldn’t reach it fast enough. With Harley’s shoe pressing against her exposed vagina, she chose another option. She pressed her hips upward, moaning as she closed her eyes. Sweat dampened her red hair as she lay at their mercy.

“Get a load of this, she’s into it!” Harley pressed just a bit harder, causing her to gasp and moan. “Well, I was going to be nice and not use her cooter, but you only live once, right? Get back in there, mush for brains.” She picked the goon with the larger, still semi-erect cock. He went to his knees and moved closer.

“Wait, let me be on top, please!” I can reach my belt if I just get the upper hand.

The goon ignored her pleas. His painted face showing his teeth in a creepy grin as he moved his cock up and down against her warm, wet lips. He guided himself inside as he watched her face contort. “I wanna watch you squirm, bitch.” The man’s voice was coarse. He moved his torso lower, putting weight on her inflated belly. He pressed in as he lay upon her. She knew he wouldn’t last long even though it was his second round.

The other goon stepped closer to the observing villainess. His organ grew rigid, and his eyes watched Harley’s formed backside as she paid him no mind. The man set his jaw and brought a hand to touch her ass indecisively. Harley turned and smiled playfully. “I see what you really want.” She grabbed his cock and rubbed it gently. “You want a little love from mama, don’tcha?”

Barbara mustered all of her strength and rolled her aggressor onto his back. She lay upon him, showing her agony as the liquid and air sloshed in her belly. The man had slipped out, but it was wet enough to allow him right back in. “I like it when a lady takes charge.” The man raised his hips, effortlessly lifting her added weight, and began pounding her. She could barely focus as he fucked her. The belt is right there, I just need to reach it.

A gunshot caused them both to freeze. The man fell to the ground beside Harley. He had pulled her suit low enough to show most of her left breast. She ignored the exposure as she talked down to the corpse. “You goddamn buffoon! You stupid sack of crap! You know I’m off limits, but you try anyway! Why are men so stupid!” Her unbridled rage faded as she turned to the man beneath an inflated Batgirl. “What are you watching me for?” She seemed to snap back into a good mood. “The party is still goin’!” Blood pooled beside her and she stepped away indifferently.

The man resumed pounding Barbara. Thankfully, I think that distraction bought me some more time before he finishes. She leaned forward, bracing herself with her arms as he pounded her pussy. He lifted her enough that she could plant her feet subtly and she waited until he was nearly finished before she took action. Now! She shot forward as fast as her burdened body allowed. Grabbing her utility belt, she looked back to see the man shooting strings of cum into the air and Harley aiming her gun.

Batgirl launched a batarang, knocking the gun underneath a nearby desk. She quickly found the grappling hook and launched it onto the leg of the low, heavy table she was strapped to. She tugged with all her strength and watched it catch and fall upon the still distracted thug. She heard something snap, followed by his whimpering, knowing that he wouldn’t be a threat any more.

The painted woman grabbed her baseball bat and tucked her breast back into her suit as she buttoned it again. “Nice moves for a tub like you!” She tossed a party favor, distracting Batgirl, as she lunged forward and kicked her right in the belly. Barbara rolled backwards, shrieking in misery. Harley brought the bat around to swing, but Batgirl triggered her trap. A small explosion caused the floor to disappear beneath the wild villainess.

After the dust settled, Barbara looked down to see Harley Quinn lying unconscious amidst the rubble. She’ll live. She stood awkwardly, looking at the scene. They saw my face. The thug did not know who she was, but Harley sure did. Barbara only hoped she hit with enough force to cause some short-term memory loss. I’ll deal with that later if I have to.

She decided it was time to turn on her GPS tracker. Barbara hit the hidden button in her suit and took stock of herself. I can’t let Tim find me like this. Naked from the waist down with a belly that appeared noticeably pregnant; she shuffled to her clothes and bent down to grab them carefully.

Barbara hurried to pull her top down and her pants up, struggling to buckle her utility belt over her inflated belly. Her snug pants pressed the plug in her ass deeper, causing even more torment. Her tummy surged and roiled as she snapped the belt together; luckily it stretched more than she expected. Her suit was incredibly tight, but that helped to hide her distended belly. It pained her to bend down for her mask, but she knew Tim would be here soon. She moved her hair aside and slipped on her cowl, huffing laboriously.

She mentally focused herself, trying to ignore the discomfort and think of how to clean up this mess. She hurriedly redressed the half-naked thugs and used her hacking tool to erase the camera footage. It took time, but eventually she hid all clues that might cause Tim to think she was captured. All finished.

Mere moments passed before she heard something above her – Robin perched in the rafters. “Looks like you had fun.” He dropped down and took stock of the unconscious trio.

I’m glad he’s not very observant sometimes. She took special care not to touch her squished belly. “Yeah, took some effort this time. Mind bringing them in for me, Tim? I need to head back.”
“They must’ve done a number on you. You look like crap.”
“I survived.”
Tim grinned. “Yeah, I’ll clean up here. Nice job.”
She wondered if he had been there longer than she realized. Batgirl pushed the thought out of her mind. “All in a night’s work, Boy Wonder.” They laughed. Barbara hid her pain as she launched a grappling hook and disappeared out the window.Hopefully no one will ever know about tonight. The things we do for this city…

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