Chapter Four:
Contains:Ageplay, Breath Control/Denial (Very minor), Consensual, Vanilla.
Just a few days earlier, Harley would never have believed that she'd ever be actually eager to see the Penguin alone. Especially not under these circumstances, and after all he'd done to her. But... That was before he'd spent so much time getting her revved up. Her pussy, well-trained and needy now but still only penetrated that one time with him before, would be dripping if she wasn't wearing the practically painted on latex outfit. For this very special progress report, he had had her dressed up in something like her original outfit. Like it, because not only was the material much thinner, it was extra tight. The sensible high traction sole had been replaced with impractical high heels, and the face makeup was messy in a way that suggested used up whore more than the clown princess of crime. Importantly, it did not have the stupid chastity belt. That had been taken off as soon as Selena had started getting her dressed. Too bad she hadn't had a chance to take advantage of it yet.
As usual, Selena escorted her to Cobblepot, and as usual, she ushered her inside and closed the door after. This time, rather than a study or a playroom, she was very clearly in a bedroom. There was a massive 4-poster bed against the wall, a fireplace with roaring flames keeping the cold at bay, bookshelves, a desk, fine paintings; the standard fare. There was also Cobblepot, dressed in just a pair of boxers and an open bathrobe, looking relaxed and cocky, "Well, well, well...you're looking a lot healthier than the last time, some color in your cheeks. Smarter too. Though, all a fool has to do to prove she's a fool is open their mouth." He licked his lips, "What do you want, poppet?"
Harley bit her lip as she stepped forward, ignoring the room and totally focused on the man. She was still wobbly in the heels, but she walked quickly, tripping several times until she stood before him. "Puddin'.." Her legs were shaking, maybe because of the high heels or maybe because she was so pent up. Probably the latter. "Puddin' please!"
He gave her a toothy grin, then lashed out with his backhand, knocking her off her unsteady feet and to what was at least very soft carpet,
"And here I was getting ahead of meself, thinking you'd figured out the way the world works. Instead, you may have lost that smartass tongue of yours, but there's just a dumb beast left."
With little Harley on her hands and knees, he gave a kick between her legs, enough to make her skid forward, and enough to give her an intense rush of pleasure and pain, "Now poppet, I asked you a question. What do you bloody want?"
She grunted at his kick but she crawled closer to his feet, desperation in her eyes and voice. "Forgive me Mistah Cobblepot. I haven't cummed for days! Please.. Will you help me?" Her legs were already slick with her juice and if she didn't get her own way, she would surely start to finger herself right in front of him. "I want you to make me cum!"
He reached down and squeezed her cheeks, smooshing her lips together, "Me, me, me...that's the problem with kids these days, always thinkin' about themselves. Look here, pumpkin, after all the drugs, poisons, training, room and board, not to mention the hassle of dismantling that clown's two-bit operation...you're in the bloody, bloody red. An' now you want me, busy man that I am, to make you cum? Well love, my time is right expensive. But I'm a fair sport. I'll tell you what. One orgasm now will cost you...one hundred thousand dollars. You'll get to work that and the rest of your debt off spreadin' your legs for my friends. We have a deal?" Harley smirked and leaned up to kiss him quickly, square on the lips as soon as he'd stopped talking. She'd never even done that for Joker! "Oh, even if I make you cum too? C'mon Puddin' I'm sure you'll want seconds!" Her fingers trailed down his robe, slowly. Was she teasing him ? Who did she think she is?!
He grabbed her by the bicep and tossed her onto the bed like a ragdoll.
"I don't pay for using the things that I own." He went to his dresser and pulled out what looked like a butcher's knife, but with a more narrow blade, "But if you're feeling playful, we can have a bit of fun. Tell you what. If you don't get me off at least one more time than you do, then you can keep the belt off for the next month. That sounds fun, right? Easy to win. Just don't come at all, and then as soon as you get out of here, you'll be able to frig yourself in your bed to your little heart's content." He approached the bed, "That outfit looks like it's glued on, and as sticky as you are, it'd be more trouble than it's worth to remove it. "So why don't you spread your legs like a good little whore and I'll make it breathe a little for you. Oh, and before you do anything stupid, remember that sluts that disobey me in my own bedroom get their clits cut off and their pussies sewn up." Harley rolled onto her back and spread her legs as wide as she could as he spoke, a huge grin on her face as he approached.
"Don't be like that, Pengi. Don'tcha wanna make me cum? I'm sure someone like you could do it easily!" Her praise was real this time, her sarcasm gone for now, but surely if she had been allowed to orgasm on her own, she'd be bratty and talking back again.
He ran one hand up her thigh, then spread open the camel toe with his thumb, "Of course, I do, poppet. A hot little slut like you, there's hardly a more pleasing sound in the world. And the video is going to make me a lot of money. Why, I might even send a complimentary copy to your boyfriend just to show him what he's missing." He brought the blade down, running the edge against the outfit, and with a surgeon's precision, he sliced a thin hole at the crotch, the tight material snapping back to reveal the shiny wet fold underneath. He brought the blade closer, and this time he began to lightly scrape at her labia, the slightest tremor enough to draw blood at her most sensitive spot, "Now look here..." He brought the blade away, then flicked her juices off and onto Harley's face, "Seems you're ready to go. So why don'tcha ask me nice?"
Harley kept still, barely breathing until the blade was gone. "Boyfriend? I only need you sweetheart!" Her smile widened as she wiggled her hips, an action that ripped the pants further. "Puddin' please? I want to please you, make you cum! Won't you let me make you happy?" She was learning, much faster, it seemed, when she wanted it too. He tossed the blade over his shoulder, then leaned forward, pinning her tiny wrists under his large hands.
"That's the spirit. Just like a slut." He thrust forward, and she could feel something against her cunny, sliding over it. A few more slides like that and her body was responding. Just grinding like that would be enough with her body so desperate. But on the fifth thrust, he managed to hook into her tiny, tight hole, and pushed inside, burying most of his length in one push.
Harley's training had been intense and constant, but she hadn't had anything thicker than a thumb inside of her since Penguin had popped her cherry, and her body wasn't at all used to it. The familiar pain from that brutal first time was back, digging up the memory of it, but this time it was mixed with the intense, needy pleasure.
She frowned for a moment. "Is that all I am to you, Puddin'?" She seemed a little disappointed, but her grin returned as he teased her. She gripped the sheets tightly as the thick cock finally entered her, after what felt like an eternity. She half gasped and half moaned out, grinding her hips into his.
He let loose with that cawing laugh of his, "Is that all? No, you're a rare pleasure, poppet, an expensive toy no one else gets to play with, a status symbol that spits in the face of our worlds so-called heroes and villains." He began to move his hips. He wasn't at all gentle, might leave her insides bruised afterwards as he had his way, but after so much desperate edging, the pain was far away, her clit on fire and burning hotter and hotter, "But just know this, poppet, what I bought you for, what I'm paying for, it's not to see you happy. It's to break you. I'll break you over and over, until you stop moving. But to do that...I've got to build you up first."
But Harley didn't really think that was much of an answer, but then again, she was only half listening, and her mind was so clouded over with such wanton lust that she couldn't even care less about what he was saying.
"Harder! More, please!" She demanded, before leaned her head up slightly, pressing her soft lips against his, desperately trying to force him to kiss her.
Rather than kiss, he bit her lip possessively, enough to leave a mark. He kept going, digging his teeth into her pale, smooth neck, then biting her smooth chest through the costume, tearing holes and leaving marks as he worked his way down to chomp onto her nipple, biting and sucking, spitting out the latex to expose the pink nub, then biting it again. He ran his slimy long tongue over it, savoured that sweaty taste, and then leaned back and sped up for the finish, holding onto her hips so she wouldn't be bowled over at the force of his thrusts.
"Hah, you dumb whore! That's! Right! Just beg! For more! And later...when you're begging to have the belt taken off...I'll make sure you get to watch this...watch that dumb grin on your face...watch how stupid you are!"
Harley's toes curled, her moans coming out so loudly, they were practically screams. She could feel her own orgasm coming. She wanted it, she wanted to cum so desperately, but at the mention of that hideous chastity belt she swallowed hard and did her best to hold it. He could see the anguish on her face; that mixture of the most intense pleasure she'd ever felt and the desire to keep that awful thing off her was clear.
He didn't stop, but when he noticed that expression on her face, the way she was squirming, doing her best to hold on, and his rhythm changed. The thrusts became more shallow, faster, his hard shaft sawing into her, crushing her clit between his finger and her pubic bone.
"Come on, come on...you're the little sex slave who said she wanted me to make her come. Don't be a disappointment now. Mwaa ha ha...!"
Harley was getting far too close to hold it back much longer. "Please.. Not the belt... I can't!" Her legs were tensing up, her pussy convulsing as the best orgasm of her life ripped through her body, making her squeal out and pant quickly. Each thrust into her driving her closer to a second one.
He didn't relent, kept going, moved his thumb over and began to roughly massage her clit, her body trained to take such treatment as pure pleasure.
"Now where'd that playful attitude go, poppet! I thought you were wanting to cum. We aren't near finished just yet. Come!" His thumb jerked, painful but so good, and his voice had a raw urgency to it, sweeping her up in the moment and forgetting everything else, forgetting the consequences. Quinn closed her eyes for a moment, focusing on the pleasure he gave her. Her arms wrapped around his round body and she gripped, digging her nails into his robe.
"You're the best! Fuck me forever Puddin'!" She moaned out as her hips ground into his in time with his thrusts.
He obliged, for just a bit, letting her bounce and grind on his cock as he held her up with both hands squeezing her cute little butt. Just as soon as her second orgasm finished though, he tossed to the floor. He took a few deep breaths, bringing himself down from the edge. The little minx had almost made him finish early!
"Now then, poppet. By my count, that's three orgasms for you, but none for me." He lied as he sat at the edge of the bed, "If'n you want to even the score a bit, how about you use your mouth, show me what you've learned this week."
The tiny girl obediently crawled back towards him, not even noticing that he'd just lied. She only wanted more! More cock, more orgasms, all that she could get! Even though she'd barely started learning about head, she sat herself right in front of him and licked straight up his length, staring up at him with those big blue eyes, watching his face with a huge grin.
"Joker sure is missin' out, huh Puddin'?" She pointed out before taking his head into her little mouth and ran her tongue around it with a cute wink.
He pulled off her little jester's cap and took a tight hold of her hair just as soon as she wrapped her lips down his length. He didn't need skill right now; though he had a feeling she had it. Right now, he wanted to make her choke, make her swallow. He pushed her head down and thrust, forcing his cock down her throat, making it bulge out he cut off her air.
Harley held her head still for a moment, trying to get used to the thick cock down her throat. It was more than a little uncomfortable and she felt herself suppress several gags as she struggled to accommodate it. She kept her head still and let him take control.
Penguin held her there, waiting till she stopped struggling, then began to fuck her throat, raising her head up and down. When he finally did get her to gag, make her throat clench, it was too much for him. He buried her nose in his pubic hair, and then began to cum, shooting his burning hot seed right into her stomach. He jerked, spasmed, twitched...then pulled her off with a satisfied, "Ahhhh...good girl, good girl."
Harley made uncomfortable faces with each movement. Once he pulled out of her, she lay on her back on the floor, swallowing the unbearable feeling out of her throat, and breathed for air.
He lay on his back, almost pulled her up to share his bed...but then, psychotic children and knives usually didn't mix, and he was too lazy to have her properly bound up. So he clapped his hands twice, summoning Selena. As he let himself fall against the pillow, he waved towards Harley.
"Take her back to her room. Belt for a month. But...since she was such an eager devil, wait till morning to put it on her."
Harley blinked as he left her. Eager, huh? "Ya sure? I dunno 'bout you, but I could go for another round." She climbed to her feet and back onto his large bed. "C'mon Puddin'. I'll do whatever ya want." She laid her head right next to his and smiled, awaiting his reply.
"Hmph. Selena, I've changed my mind... Belt her just as soon as she's back in her room."
"Of course, sir."