Chapter three: The Climax
Contains:Ageplay, Bukkake, Fluffy, NoSex, SoloF, SoloM (Implied)
It was a while before Harley was sent back to her room. First, she met with a very sympathetic and skilled doctor who did his best to patch her up, constantly cringing as he did so. He gave her bandages, some medicine for the pain, and an embarrassingly thorough examination, especially the part with the speculum. By the time she made it back to the room, it was indeed without a bed, leaving her there with the torn outfit to try and make do on the cold floor. At least someone had left a blanket.
The next day was better. Selena gave her an impromptu sexual education course, helped her explore her body, and with the help of a phallic vibrator against the child's immature clit, brought her to her first orgasm. With the promise of a bed that night if she gave five more orgasms for the camera in her room, Selena left her alone with the powerful vibe.
After a few hours on her own, Harley lay in the corner of the room, grinning widely after her second orgasm on her own when her door swung open and Selena disturbed her again. Harley figured she was pretty good friends with her by now, especially after the very hands-on lesson the night before.
Selena was there to watch. Calmly, without judgment, maybe even a bit friendly.
After the third orgasm, she dressed her in a warm, comfy sweater and slippers, and nothing else. Since the pink sweater went past her thigh, it wasn't that bad. She then took her out of the room and to the first level, to a large room, "Don't worry, no one will touch you. For now."
The room was a lounge, looked more like the kind you'd find in a frat house than a supervillain mansion. There was about twenty people inside, men outnumbering the women, and while some of them seemed to be rather intimately holding onto each other, there wasn't any sex or nudity. That was where she came in. Selena tapped a billiards table, "Up, up. If you'd like something soft to sleep on tonight, you need to give everyone a show. It matters not how you do the first one, but for the last, you'll need to have your legs spread wide for everyone to see."
The men gathered started getting revved up as just what was going on came through, and soon they were crowding around in a circle, none of them wanting to miss this kind of chance.
Harley stood up on the table, tugging the sweater down at the front as she hid behind it.
"Wait, what?! What do I do!?" Selena was already gone. Harley stared out at the sea of faces in front of her. She knew what she'd do if it were a distraction for Joker, but this was way out of her league. And she didn't have water balloons, Joker Gas or pies to throw.
Selena watched the awkward confusion for a moment, but once the men were getting impatient, she pushed her way back through the crowd, leaning over to whisper in her ear, "Masturbate, you dumb ninny. Make yourself feel extra good. Men like it better when a girl is loud about it too, but given your ...experience, don't try and fake anything. Just be sure to not stifle any moans that do come. Now hurry up, or I'll be taking that sweater and leave your education to the mob."
Harley should have expected Penguin would make her do something like that. Her eyes went wide for a moment and her face a shade of red. She tugged the sweater with one hand and let the other crawl down her stomach and paused at her crotch. Harley closed her big eyes, took a deep breath in to relax herself and started touching her tiny clit with her middle finger, wriggling uncomfortably. She was still red in the face.
It seemed like that was exactly the kind of thing the men wanted to see. They pressed closer, till many were pushed right up against the billiards table, leering down at her. None of them had unzipped yet, but she could see several growing bulges.
"COME ONNN! FUCKING BITCH, GET INTO IT!" Someone shouted right from behind her, laughing at his own crudeness, while others joined in, though the rest didn't want to spook the little thing.
Harley shuddered and gulped at the intimidating taunts before she slid her legs out a little, biting her lip as she slid a finger inside. She couldn't deny the fact that she was wetter than when she was alone. A cute squeak escaped her lips; a mix of the self-pleasure and the shame of other people watching.
One of the men leaned in close, "Fuck, I can smell her. I can smell her fucking pussy, bitch is in heat..." He said more to himself than anyone else. He was the first to whip out his cock and start stroking off, but not the last.
"We can cum on 'er, right? That's cool, right?"
"Just as long as you don't touch her or get on the table, I see no reason why not. Assuming you men can even hit her at that distance." Selena drawled on as she watched the spectacle. From experience, she knew that this kind of progressive escalation in Harley's first days of sexual pleasure would go a long ways towards making her body...well, slutty. Easy to orgasm, and addicted too.
Harley was clearly uncomfortable with all the men around her, but she couldn't deny that it felt better than doing it alone. She tried to hide her bright red face as they started joining in, despite the fact that her finger seemed to move frantically, her soft moans came out in time with her fingers movements.
The outbursts came more often now as they saw the way she began to feed off the energy, getting more excited.
"That's right, slide it inside, nice 'n slow."
"Fuck it's so pink and cute just wanna break her, rape her, fuck her..."
"Come on, I wanna see that flesh, don't be hiding it darlin'."
"Say something, slut! What's your name?"
Harley's hips moved into her hand with wanton lust, in spite of the blush on her face. Her legs started getting weak and she had to drop to her knees, or she would have fallen off the table.
She rubbed her clit with her thumb and squealed as her orgasm ripped through her entire body and her signature grin returned to her face for first time since she was brought to Cobblepot's.
For her trouble, Harley got a shot of cum right in the eye, followed by more ropey, thick strands coming at her from just about every direction, everyone wanting to hit her with their gunk. It was hot and plentiful, and it seemed like more than half of it ended up on her face and hair, with the rest getting into her sweater and legs, maybe a bit in her actual pussy.
"I must say, you're coming along rather fast. Let's try something a bit more advanced." Selena stated before she scanned the ruffians, "Mmmm...You. Have a seat. Harley, this time, you need to cum by humping his leg."
"Aw fuck yeah that's RIGHT bitches, you can just...whoa, hold on, sweater off first thing, that thing is gross."
"I'll get you something new to wear when you finish. For now, you might as well use it to wipe off a bit." Selena helpfully added.
Harley tugged her sweater off reluctantly, she didn't have much to hide, but her nipples were already protruding from her chest in a lewd manner. She wiped the sticky cum off her face and dropped the jumper on the table beside her. "I'm sorry Mistah... But I hafta do what she says.." She spoke with a tiny, voice, full of shame as she stared at the ground as straddle one of his legs.
He gave her a pat on the head, then let it rest on her shoulder, "Ey, don't worry about it none. You doin' good. C'mon, show everyone here whatcha got." He said, talking down to her, before speaking more gruffly to Selena, "I can feel her up, yeah?"
"Hmm...I'll allow it, just no pain for now. She's still healing and the masochism training comes later. And keep it above the waist, she's learning self-pleasure."
"Fffffook yeah." His hands started exploring, seeming to prefer her soft tummy more than even her flat chest, lightly massaging and squeezing.
Harley held his shoulders to keep herself stable as she slowly started to grind. She was slightly better than when she was forced onto Penguin's lap, but it was an improvement, so he would have been happy nonetheless. She was groaning unhappily, as she wanted nothing more than to jam her fingers back into herself. It didn't seem like she was having too much fun.
More of the men crowded closer, watching the show.
"Come on, you can do it, little girlie." The thug encouraged, lightly bouncing her up and down on his thigh, but looking like he wasn't in any particular hurry, "Just gotta get used to it and.. HEY WHAAT THE FUCK GUYS, NOT COOL!"
It seemed that the mob was ready for round two of their bukkake fun, and they weren't exactly worried about their friend getting caught up in the crossfire.
Harley kept her eyes closed as wads of goo landed on her face and hair again. She grinned and wiped some off the thugs shirt, before wriggling around a little, finally getting into it. She let his shoulders go and thrust on her own.
"Not cool, you fuckwads, not cool..." The man seemed much less enthused about having a nine year old grind herself to orgasm on his lap now than he was just a moment ago.
"Come on, bitch. At least, like, lick the spunk off for me."
Again, Selena chimed in, after thinking for a moment, "Since you've shown enthusiasm, swallow enough and I'll get you a TV, with cartoons."
Harley blinked and raised her hand to her cheek, wiping the jizz off with two fingers. "My bed too?" She didn't wait for a reply, before licking right up her index finger, cleaning it in one go. She did the same on her middle finger, before putting it straight into her mouth and sucked it clean without a word.
"Just so long as you can get off from humping. So pick up the pace." There seemed to be some groaning at her latest display of lewdness, most not having the stamina for a third volley.
With a mix of disgust and arousal, the thug Harley was humping scooped up some cum in two fingers of his own, then pushed them towards her mouth, "Alright, eat up, girlie."
Harley giggled and sucked his fingers eagerly, loving the sweet treatment compared to how Penguin treated her. Her tongue licked at his finger, cleaning the spunk off with ease. Her hips thrust shamelessly, eliciting loud moans. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she got closer.
He gave a quick laugh of his own, not minding the eager way she was sucking his fingers at all. Even after all of it was gone, he kept the fingers in her mouth, stirring them around, pinching her tongue. Fuck, he was hard. He almost wished she'd picked someone else so he could bust a nut now, but figured that this experience was gonna be his fap fuel for the next few weeks. Months. Years? Damn, she was just so fucking tiny.
Harley tightly gripped his shirt as her second wave overcame her. With another cheerful squeal, she could feel the leg under her dampen with her cum. She relaxed over his shoulder, panting softly in his ear, enjoying the afterglow.
He awkwardly gave her a pat and rub on the back, "Uhhhm...good job, kid? Yeah. Alright, damn, you're covered in sweat and cum, so thinkin' it's time for you to get off of-"
"Hey! She just got off!" Raucous laughter, it was hilarious.
Intimidated by the loud jeers from all the thugs around her, Harley rushed off the strangers leg and hid behind Selena as they all made fun of her.
"It better be a soft bed... They're mean..." She pouted and kept out of sight.
"Yes, a soft bed and cartoons. You did earn it, I suppose." She produced a large fluffy towel for the moment as she led Harley away.